For The Time Being, by angela
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Our home
Is being dismantled
With cold comfort
As pieces of the past
Collide with different
Expectations of the here and now
Like trigger points
Being re-arranged and demonstrated
In a tray of sand
Revealing how old patterns
Still seem to form our choices
Until one day
A new feeling comes
Blessed with depth of kindness
A true love
To help you realize
You lost nothing
Just gained your sanity
A knew you moment
With a note to self
To have a good time
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Posted: 2013-06-23 13:52:16 UTC |
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