Danny James

Tag: consent

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While strained in my precision elsewhere looking, came toward hurling revelations determined and knocked me sure loose of accuracy, where once felled t’ the dirt I sat long in its mire unclaimed and bewildered, detained in a spell state. There I lost many hours unable to recall, surmising deeply the possession that showed me then I had from myself wandered on catastrophe bent, condoning as it suited.

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May I approach my transition with awareness new, and courage enough to feel with equal consent as enjoyed under fresh mornings grace, my final sunset; to leave well.