this is for people who disappear

There is my fear of no words of falling without words over and over of mouthing the silence Why do I love most among my heroes those who sail to that perfect edge where there is no social fuel Release of sandbags to understand their altitude -- - Michael Ondaatje, "White Dwarfs"

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here’s to slow-dancing naked in your kitchen sipping scotch in warm baths candles and blankets and the April breeze that floods in through your tiny bedroom window and to you, my darling for making it all the more magical. 

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