When holding you I remember that I am still capable.
Though I have been wrung, plucked, and boiled
life has failed to swallow me and still manages despite
its myriad deficits to fill you up. I could regale you
with stories of gregarious shadows and hearts rent
And rendered into a version of love deeper than
the seas when placed on top of each other.
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I am still in my funk sorry =(
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