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Wil Kavi

Wil Kavi

Whispers

While in repose,
still and silent,
it is not nothing
that I hear.
 
Subtle whispers
echo softly
from within.
 
Come to me,
rest in me.
I am that peace
you long for.
 
Abide in me,
I am that love
you seek.

(2013)

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Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
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Wheel of karma

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
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Two hearts

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Still waters

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