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I Remember Warmth. {poetry}

I don’t really understand poetry, no Unless there’s entirety, circularity, and illumination An off beat Unless I can hear the voice, Unless there’s some sweetness to which I can attribute a human spirit Unless there’s cradled attention, consistent and voluntary unless I can feel the softness

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you & me

Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

When life demands reality, we surrender to a fairy tale others long to live. To soak up kisses along with bills, and memories with chores, to stop and stare and breathe. To inhale a moment with saturated make-believe. Droplets of stardust and snowflakes imprinting on a soul for life.

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