Nestled in the memory of you
yearning for more
safe in the distance
tightly bound to framiliar
night sweats wrapped in
restless leg syndrome
drives me closer to
telling you
I must meet the place
where empty is welcomed
where clear is a beginning
waiting is hope
inching toward surrender
putting on the red dress
allowing my beauty to rest
on my own skin
you will know my love
when I know my own power
my own force
awakened
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