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Life is better in pairs.
I ache . . . but I also contain myself.
The thought of touching you
Is a joyous moment that lasts forever.
After forever I am back in myself again;
An atom alive and vibrant and a part of
This world.
Life is better in pairs.
I ache . . . but I also contain myself.
The thought of touching you
Is a joyous moment that lasts forever.
After forever I am back in myself again;
An atom alive and vibrant and a part of
This world.
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Chris
Oh, my sweet boy – I’m so sorry you’re hurting. I wish I could it make all better. I guess the best thing I remembered in dark days was “This too shall pass. I love you!
dannyman
Awww, Mom.
This wasn’t written out of pain.
But out of joy.
And not out of what is lost,
But what can be found. :)
/danny
Chris
well, ok – but that “ache” part – anyway, I still love you!
d.
Hi Danny — hope everything is getting better. Speaking of poems and stuff, I’ve gotten three of my poems published this year, which is pretty cool. I need to start sending out more, but they’re all posted on my site.
Maybe some of them will make you laugh or some shit.
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