Warm breath lingers under sheets, hugs gentle and whispers, "I'm sorry." I lay here now within the fine line boundaries of this love and a piece of me must mourn for what may never be. But I have found there is more truth to this holding as it speaks for all the words that have gone unspoken, all the unanswered questions. I breathed you in deep, awake to remember your skin. Intertwined in ways more than just the extremities of our Earlthy bodies, my soul is at ease knowing a piece of you will always be held within a piece of me.
In my Thirty-Fifth Year I juiced this Remark The Crisque-Plaque Hotel named after a Tree Sturdy, of Signage enhance the Grade's Bark Wishing all else their Best Service was Free If not the Years to Good Degree advance: Fruits, Pasta, Meat, Veggies and Japanese Mix the fricasee to match that of France And serve it on a Platter, if you please Only if the Staff were shy; But informed How noted the needs of their Clients were One Gesture made, took the Meaning lost cause Pour some polished Suggestions done on here. Thirty-Five Candles blown, all without Flame It was still my Best Day; All just the same.
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