i take in the aroma of home,
the touch warming me,
soothing and light yet
ever so tightened.
the grip is my comfort,
the love-my soul,
and i feel as if i let
go, they will get to me.
thoughts
spiraling, yet my
head is ...
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ripped from my hands as
i gently pet your favorite spot,
your frail legs twitching, head
nuzzled into my hair, unable to keep it held yourself
heavy breathing, i
wrap you in your blanket, like a diaper and to
try to keep yo...
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i’ve written a poem
about him, and him
but not one for you,
yet, there is so much i long to say
to you:
i want to go back
back to the days when we were stupid and naive and not cruel to
each other,
sunlight dancing thr...
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