
how do you,
a soul with a glass
forever half empty
you with an iced cubed heart
spill over my space
with words, gestures
to fill my thristing soul?~r
... we are loved for who we are, imperfections and all. our very own idiosyncrasies make us more endearing than our glorious achievements: Thank God, LOVE is not meritocracy..and that changes everything.
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