http://slow.writerscafe.org/blue48412 The original writings of author MelLM en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020050 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can pick you up;Place you on the pedestal on which you belong. I can lift you to the heavens.I can present to God the true beautythat you are.I can be your legs if you feel frail;If you cannot stand.I can be your perseverance,Your hope.Your guide. But what if I was not here?What if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blue48412/1347229/ It seems as if I have all that I wantAll that I ever wanted. My desires have been met,Exceeded. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blue48412/1346252/ How strange it isThat our thoughts can no longer be pure. 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