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Mar 2015
"I was not strong."

And with that, you
sold yourself
short of that
which you've
Shown me so much of.
That very
Same
grace

There was so much wind
On the glass in our room
At the end of the hallway
The windows were battered
Inside and out by
Immense and handmoving
Waves and
words of
grace

And when we walked
I held your hand
And I swore you
Could have
Stood on your own
With your
Beauty and
your
grace

And now, when we sit
With our legs crossed
On your second bed
I can stare into your
Eyes and feel at home,
I can look at you
And fill my gaze with
All of your different
Little beauties
And all
of your
breathtaking
grace.
I love you.
Nicholas James Donnellan
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