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My love cups runneth over
over indulging within Him
He loves me aplenty
a plenty too much-- much too
many mornings more than I
...
Me never loving equally
inadequately receiving good graces of He
He graces stages set on broken hearts
Hearts still being broken patch worked to still tick
never was officially fixed by temporary bliss
bliss within his kiss-- endless amounts expelled
soul compelled to tell tales like I Love You's
pacifying reciprocal hungers
...
but all along
...
a long road to my recovery had to be
traveled alone to rediscover me
&
His love
was just
too much...
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