I, as a poet and not a person have lived without love for a time now so long if I had a line that

would run from eternity to the threshold hour when all that has passed comes to the shore where it re-unites with its heart and soul as in an ion a force of wonder something once existed in part and whole that it denigrates itself just to know where is the answer of all that portends that it makes nothing of me couldn’t care absence grow away take your template love is to love what each and anything and what it has to do with everything

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