From the Lover To the Whore (1/05)
Feel the wind
that is my breath, my Spirit
breathe it in
my breath is your breath
my Spirit moves inside you
I am that near to you
always
Do not fear or worry
do not be angry at yourself
I will redeem your days
I see you without blemish
wearing pure white
my princess, my bride
I always hold your hand
I know so many voices speak to you
listen to me
I constantly whisper to you
encouragement, peace and confidence
never feel ashamed, nor act self-sufficient
remember my breath is your breath
My life I gave to you, it is yours
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