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Jun 2014
day
to give is all
and this world is
a beautiful torture because of it.

love's gift
found
and paid for these too-many ways
and in the knowledge that it must be given
and only given

because to hold
and to have
is to squander the gift.

love held this ground.

and just for a time
i laughed
and i died
and i rose again
because of you.
Written by
kww
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