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Sep 2011
Eloquence.
Oh how many greater words I could use.
What marvels|
What intricacies|
What most unpatterned qualities!
Such confusion in the matter that it may be called,
                        Life.
           It is not life,
But no one living does dream of life without it.
For there is always one of two ways it appears.
Through the scars, the kisses, the waiting and laughter.
There is only the happy presence
Or the sorrowful lack of-
                                 Love.
What would we do without it?
Jeremy R Frenette
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Jeremy R Frenette  28/Agender/New Brunswick, Canada
(28/Agender/New Brunswick, Canada)   
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