The Voice of Longing. Trina Hall. Dallas. Treenuh. Yoga

I used to feel the ghost of people gone by.
Now my senses mate with the essence of me swallowing myself.
Undigested angst.
Raw, powerful devotion.
The sound of my body’s longing.
Goodbye to the good byes that don’t need a voice.

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