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Sep 2014
I am not tattered like rags hanging on the rail on the back porch with the sun evaporating all the youth.
I am not crinkling and wrinkling, forming brittle mountains unfit for usage.
No, I am, I am, I am fertile ashes giving birth to vulnerable, naked emotions.
I am, I am, I am love.
Love comes in many shapes and forms.
It just happens that way.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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