Need that hand on my face
The gentle caress to my unlearnings
Reminds me that I am not suffering
I am just, a slave of my yearnings.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2026 11:11
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Well written. Are we not all slaves to our yearnings?
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