Nancy Winter Miranda - Consumed

This feeling that's come over me,
engulfs my heart
consumes my soul.

To stay is to die.

Death by love
that knows no control...
to the limits...
a soul can give.

Chiseling away
from who I am...
these bits of me...
taken away...
consumed....
lost...

can't they see?

Nancy Winter Miranda

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