There was a quieting,
a surrender into
the truest me,
a letting go
of the need
to arrange all of
the pieces
of a heart I believed
to be broken —
the most natural
kind of peace —
just a little deeper
down.
There was a quieting,
a surrender into
the truest me,
a letting go
of the need
to arrange all of
the pieces
of a heart I believed
to be broken —
the most natural
kind of peace —
just a little deeper
down.
Laurie's Notes 
Paul Militaru says on August 14, 2016
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