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You may remember A night of mist and cool sheets By a river His voice waiting, holding both our hearts in your hand as we would. We traded my past for your wish And no, it won’t fade in the wash; Just as well. There’s no one I’d rather owe: You made it worth the while. No La Joconda… You are indelible, a tattoo in my soul It won’t come off, and from you finally I became whole. He moved on like wind to my leaf Gently carried wide to new horizons I remain here. The fire burns our tears in eyes of joy We turn ever away from us that was For cooler thoughts. What remains, sought, plenished Quiet heroes like angels graced us In our discretion. Perhaps our smiles will fill A day in some summer to be, In green grass. Winchester Ave 11/26/16
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Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
A Mending.
You may remember A night of mist and cool sheets By a river His voice waiting, holding both our hearts in your hand as we would. We traded my past for your wish And no, it won’t fade in the wash; Just as well. There’s no one I’d rather owe: You made it worth the while. No La Joconda… You are indelible, a tattoo in my soul It won’t come off, and from you finally I became whole. He moved on like wind to my leaf Gently carried wide to new horizons I remain here. The fire burns our tears in eyes of joy We turn ever away from us that was For cooler thoughts. What remains, sought, plenished Quiet heroes like angels graced us In our discretion. Perhaps our smiles will fill A day in some summer to be, In green grass. Winchester Ave 11/26/16
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jwallenstein
60/Transgender Female/Far from home
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
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