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Apr 2015
I never wish to grow old
and become numb to the things
that bring me life, laughter & love,
the most prosperous gains.
Instead of gray hair, I ask for budding wisdom & truth.
I'll trade a life with ten cats, for ten short years with you.
I'll dream away time.
Into space & spirals.
I'll trace your wrist with my thumb
just like when we were young.
complex  internal struggle with everyday changes and ever wounded emotionsΒ Β 
found this from a while ago  so why not share it
Liora Jensen
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Liora Jensen
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