In his hand is a key
he knew my thoughts thirst for liberty
and my core lusts for tender
the he can only remember
he knew my eyes need his lips
to wipe the sadness that rips
but the key was in a box
under the pearl of his old black tux
Winter beauty blooms to black
flakes of ice grows like thorns
kissed by ice yet formed by rock
colors from a simple simple in a black and white photograph.
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Letting go for the things worth holding on.
"I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered — Jeffrey Eugenides"