Do you think I mean to go out there
looking for love?
When love lead me to that long night,
and has laid itself besides me all these years,
and has woven itself in time and memory
into these present moments
and opened the dark places with it's light
and faded and risen like the sun
Love wraps us together and pushes us
apart like a tide,
or breath,
or birds wings opening and closing.
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