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Thoughts on Love

Tonight is for reading this poem, again and again.  Margaret Atwood, “We are hard on each other”
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03/09/2016

Our eyes met and you wanted me. Our lips met and I wanted you. Whiskey and lemonade and deception Stolen breath and hushed mirth. You spoke to me in platitudes I planned desperately to believe. Time is the killer of compassion. Reality, of dedication. Trite idioms and an insistence of intention (It’s not about you, I […]