| �one day,� he said,
�i hope that someone hurts you just as much as you hurt me.� and so it is. people do not Know what they create for others in their anger but i do because i make love from our pain each and every moment. i am soaked in it, feel it ever, scorching down my throat, dripping over breast and onto tender belly, barbed wire trails of agony that crawl, beaten, crippled, through this aching soulskin to the sanctuary of my open heart, where i love and love and love where i hurt and heal then hurt again. and so it is. |
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| *image: luis royo |