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Love and courage, elements divine meant to exist and intertwine often come at just the right time and if you blink you’ll lose its sight
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I hold on to my grief like a warm loved thing, like without it I’d disappear
If only that was true
But life trudges on endlessly and so therefore I must too
And I do
So
Tiresome is the life that’s led when believed it’s better that being off dead
And I suppose
I suppose
i would like to hold on to everything
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Life seems to be one long gesture
And if that’s so
Then by extension, history is like a limb
Stretching and grasping something that isn’t quite there
And yet
There is something wonderfully numbing about losing hope
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A hibiscus flower under ultraviolet light, shining for the polinators.
Life seems to be a series of “why does it hurt so much” followed by “it’s not that bad”
Would you give me anything
Would you give me more
Would you give me everything I’ve dreamt of long before?
Would you hold me long and tight
Be so rough with all your might
And yet caress my hand at night
Softly and gently love could bloom
If I found I had some room
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