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By kevin urenda Date: 2002 Jan 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.29.08.04.23192]] |
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I hate these words for the emptiness they hint of the snapshots of dreams that never even had the chance to develop let alone fade into our remembrance words that tap dance around the suddenness with which we realized that no person can ever make another whole words that are incapable of ever learning the correct steps I need new words the ones that embrace our frailties and call each one gently by name words that comfort our eternal wounds and make us move with more grace and style to where we can positively know that though love does not make us perfect it can give us hope that a path toward perfection is possible 01.28.02 |