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Who can know what lies within
The hidden heart?
A gentle start,
A raucous din;
Beauty, or lies and sin?
But the hidden heart
Does not part
With the secrets of its djinn;
It only tells
With its beating wells
That something lies within.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
Do we really even know what’s hiding in our own hearts?
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Guess it depends on specifically “what” is, and how well it’s hiding 😉
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hahaha. Touche. . .
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hahaha, nah.. fair questions need asking. 🙂
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The answer could go on as its own poem. . .
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Breathtaking
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