Thursday, May 07, 2015

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From whoever I am to whatever you are,
I send you love.
In the time I save from days, time like flecks of desiccated coconut,
I send you love.
In memory of Pip, in forgiveness of Isabella,
I send you love.
From that ruinous architecture of a mighty heart,
From the pit of the stomach that's a raging ocean,
From the spicy, earthy incense of flawed memories,
I send you love.


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