[Sometimes forgive. Never forget.]
I implore you to see the simplicity of the wind
the symmetry of the snowflake
the vastness of a warm night
I ask you to see past the tired and sunken eyes
the stubble chin
to a tipsy night confessional
I see them out there...
watch them fumble around in the darkness of the holy days
chilled liquor down throats
and if so privileged, across backs
as smooth as marble
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