loving gestures,
i see everyday,
flowers or
a hand to hold.
conversations,
and hugs,
i see it.
i see it.
and the way i see it,
everything goes my way,
reality,
what i sigh i take.
reality,
not so moldable,
not so flexible,
set in stone.
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