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purge 2

it was always your job
to be proud of our successes
but i can't help but admire you
for what you grew within us:
four self-sufficient adults
(or as much as one can be)
thank you with every breath
for all your continued blessings.

driftwood:
weathered and worn
but still here
and so damn beautiful.

there's a fine line
between acceptance and resignation,
between curiosity and obsession
between weakness and silent strength

some might say you need
a good kick in the ass,
a nice punch to the face.
but really, you just need
a place to find some love

a love that defies convention
and exceeds all bounds,
a passion so bright it burns so fast.
but the passion we had
and the passion we've lost
exceeds my daydreams and
paints my memories
with such intense colors

i haven't met you
or even learned your name
but you're in my heart
even if not my womb,
and i'm ready
to sacrifice myself for you.
i won't rush perfection --
you'll come when you're ready --
but i'm ready to give everything that i am
to make you who you are.

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