This is where the text goes

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This is where the text goes ..
this is where I place my soul.
Nestled between two photos ..
desperately attempting to lose control.

Stabbing, slashing, plunging ethereal fist ..
grasping frantically for courage.
Reaching inside with awkward attempts ..
to touch and release my honest inner voice.


This is where the text goes ..
that place of truth.
Disguised by flowers ..
remaining vestige of my cowardice.

How many things I can withhold ..
as you proclaim the beauty of an orchid.
How much stronger my cowardice grows ..
as I peer from behind the flower and smile.


This is where the text goes ..
where the truth dwells.
Where I shed my cloak of flowers ..
standing naked for judgement.

Time has flown ..
continues to fly.
I vow to become courageous .. 
smearing my self here.
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This is where the text goes ..
this place that is mine.
Dictated with newfound courage ..
naked for you.


from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

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Facker
March 12, 2017