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Somehow I am always not enough.
Even if its you that falls short
I still feel the guilt for merely
wanting small bites of satisfaction.
For being human,
for needing love.
Physical.
Real.
Love
I am bare.
I "want", desire- too much
and wager it all on a hunch that
I am not alone in thinking
we are meant to explore
define,
protect,
guide
one another
that somehow,
God placed our veins of life, criss-crossed
for intentions we might never see
Destiny
February 2nd, 2014
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