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What if I

Of dust, breath, and rib

Too, picked you

— Obliterated matter, and ground-bound

And breathed

Christ-like fellowship

Into you

Stood by your side

And we walked together, thence?

Knowing

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Know you are loved
No matter what
No matter the blurry bygone dreams for Paris
Whether withering and feeling dry-dead
Wondering what of this salt and this sea
Pensive be
Whether you love me
I love you

Inspirational credit: “…Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.” -Jeremiah 31:3

‘19

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…didnt wish
to intimidate you

it must
mean you
weren’t the you
you
said
you
were
but weren’t

ah, but we were younger
the wishing me, stupid, I was

the stupid you, wishing you were the you you said you were but weren’t

Tea Leaves

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Cooperation
on occasion
there was, I recall

With attention
— dare I mention —
to the most primal instinct of all

But love
what of love
thusly, here the poem ends

For one cannot
and one ought not
use, abuse, and pretend