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Post by Lyme Challenged on Jun 5, 2018 16:34:16 GMT -5
Nicolenya Caltman: Poems from My Battle with Lyme Disease Sometimes; I detest who I have come to be... Someone, who appears weak; not strong... Someone, who is like a hermit crab; crushable with one mighty step... if you spent just a fraction; of a fortnight in my shoes... I think that then; I might amaze you... and then you would wonder... However; I made it through...and I would answer most earnestly...It was because of beautiful; you... I held your beauty within my visual field; until I could make it real for me... I held your strength in my heart; until I could roar voraciously... Even though I appear weak; I am mighty and strong... I have not given up; and I draw my sword... yet, I am still; and allow them to feed on me... For you are my flesh, my bread, my wine; my communion... and "they" the indomitable "Greens"; cannot get to me. www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_2?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=nicolenya%20caltman
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