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I think we love
who we do because
we see ourselves
in them.
I want to drown
in your sea.
Whoever you are, I want to find you.
Who is this "you"
you write about?
For many people, you is a love, a thing, a passion or God. I love the word, but find that it's used in too many poems.
An old man sits on a bench.
He says nothing.

I walk by.
I gaze into his eyes.
Now I know why he's silent.
Some people don't need to say a word because their eyes can tell you their lifestory.
The warmth of the mug
pulses through my hands
as I lift it to let another sip
of that aromatic golden liquid
touch my dry lips.
I love tea. Sometimes I have 3 to 5 cups a day. It helps heal me, so I love feeling cleansed and healthy after drinking it.
I can't stand the phrase,
"I'm fine." because
somewhere down the line
someone hurt you.

Fine is inadequate
to whatever you are feeling inside.
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