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Quick, quick

Fine to the touch,

Unbreakable within,

One of the 5455 wounds,

I am waiting for heaven to open its doors,

You let me in. So do I,

And because I can’t hold this wound anymore

Oh Sunshine come

And I will quickly love,

Oh so deep is our love,

In a state of trance I found you,




Sour wine spilled,

No longer thirsty if I AM is within me.

Thank you for Reading!

From My Version of Him, Between Heaven & Earth, 100 Poems. Deep © Glenda Soto-Gomez