Lost hungry about to fall
Peril crouches
Wayward
Dark angry gnaw
A way
To find myself
Delight taste
Take the Hand that lifts me up
Make a superhero’s day
Tumble down the hole again
To make another friend
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waywardspirit 
opportunities are knocking at door.:-)
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romance is a step by step giant leap of faith that both bites and licks its wounds
a cold warmth that refuses to sit quietly in the back seat
but rather demands to be fed
and is always hungry for more
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Wow. My favorite poem ever!!
Make a superhero’s day 🙂 That’s a tall order.
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It’s never where expected, so don’t plan, only be ready to see what is, and when IT is.
Until next time…
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Yeah white rabbits don’t always hop by
Sometimes its a Panda in a despicable mask. Reason to follow? De-maskafy.
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You may notice a change – Just for you ~8¬)
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Blinding brightness! I see god!
*rapture*
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