Not Wanting To Be Defiled
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Letting no one enter depths of being, not wanting
to be defiled with anything foreign.
Mind still, contemplating an inner existence with
sensitive thoughts and life-giving energy.
Perfect, delicate, finding that life is fulfilling
me spiritually, nothing else can be held within.
No where else to hide, sadness and emptiness getting
to that place eventually in this life somehow.
Reality never touching the sacredness and sanctity of
a love waiting to be filled in a spiritual way.
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