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In you I knew love. Not the tired fumblings of ecstasy. Not unreal in expectation. Never staged, Unrealistic. But something new — Handmade, Resplendent. Warmth, shelter, nourishment. Fever, passion, majesty. Acceptance, forgiveness, rebirth. Endless gifts! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. All things move toward their end. Now without you. In mourning, A final lesson. Your happiness is my true desire. I'll be here. Always. Remember me, My love.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
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In you I knew love. Not the tired fumblings of ecstasy. Not unreal in expectation. Never staged, Unrealistic. But something new — Handmade, Resplendent. Warmth, shelter, nourishment. Fever, passion, majesty. Acceptance, forgiveness, rebirth. Endless gifts! How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. All things move toward their end. Now without you. In mourning, A final lesson. Your happiness is my true desire. I'll be here. Always. Remember me, My love.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
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