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, my constant in the ever-changing day. Beside you, I grow, mightier and more magnificently so. I want to thank you, and kiss you, and never let you go.</p><p id="93ce">_______________________ © Anthony O’Dugan 2021</p><p id="4b5d"><b>Additional Pieces of Me</b></p><div id="72fc" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-become-you-34327ff8327e"> <div> <div> <h2>I Become You</h2> <div><h3>from CRAVE 2: Forbidden Secrets</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*iy8boqd6Yeu-Ez-7)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="d211" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-forgiving-tree-43f7e7d188f2"> <div> <div> <h2>The Forgiving Tree</h2>

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            <h2>His Dark Lament</h2>
            <div><h3>The cold of Winter’s breath

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Becoming Me

from CRAVE 2: Forbidden Secrets

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I feel safest when I’m nestled in the strength of your arms away from all of the harms of the world outside. Where no one knows me — like you. Where no one shows me the truth — like you. No words, no names, no definitions, no boundaries; I fly each night into the sweetness of your embrace to rise anew each morning, like the Sun’s rays peeking into windows, tickling the tree branches, becoming the song that all the morning birds sing. You do not attempt to change me, as you witness my change; you remain unchanging, my constant in the ever-changing day. Beside you, I grow, mightier and more magnificently so. I want to thank you, and kiss you, and never let you go.

_______________________ © Anthony O’Dugan 2021

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