.. .. and I turned to me ...
I still see and read of tenderness utpiche
made never drank milk .. hugs you want ..
greedy phrases of love and touch silent.
... I'll take you to me ..
evil .. so bare of daily spasms that kill drives
.. I'll take you to me ..
... as you are grateful for life and its many gifts ..
coloring your home where they have never lived
we live now ..
hours.
hanging on the walls where you recline still ... consumed by illness fertile
you think we live now ..
now ..
under those sheets that carry different smells, and so similar to our concerns
dressed in love bite in second leak
armed us .... of those strange adversity ... that we eat rather than heal
.. slowly and without appeal.
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