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Aug 2017
I understand now that I was trying to force feed my love to a boy that knew his allergy.

He should have told me -- the chef of my love -- that he wasn't ready, wasn't able to eat.

He should have read the menu and politely declined.

And I may have sent him on his way and we both would have enjoyed a better suited meal to fuel

Rather than pour into a malnourished body, mind, spirit.
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     --- and Keith Wilson
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