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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

Longing

My heart longs for
A breath of fresh air,
The beautiful creations of nature,
The tender touch of a man in love,
God's strong arms big enough to surround.
My heart longs to,
Dance to nature's music,
Sing beautiful songs,
To be the "me" God created
Oh how my heart longs!

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