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God bathed me within emotions .

Last night god bathed me
My mind upon the brink

~ filled up the kitchen sink
Covering me inside outward in
Within pure emotions,

Soft were the lotions
Loving were the notions
~ in which he had me think

I wasn't to know
My water heater would blow
~ leaving my body unclean

Life and timing, unseen

Last night god bathed me
within emotions
~pure as any soap

Scrubbed away the sadness
Covering me in light
So which my heart could cope

Clean warm and loved
My heart so full of hope

Last night god bathed me
In my kitchen sink

saved my sanity
My mind upon the brink

Clarity and enlightening
Soft were the lotions
Loving were the notions
~ in which he had me think

Last night god saved me
~ my mind upon the brink.

Nardine Sanderson 14/04/2015.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Nardine,

Good write, thanks for sharing, my applause, my five stars

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Thanks heaps brother willy, my hot water heater is fixed, no more washing from the sink
~ one must never take hot water for granted xoxo much love nardine

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