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Tagged as Butler, Personal, Poetry
Written on 2007-06-15 18:55:00
I remember when my hand was cut and I snuck over to your house on the first day we were together and you bandaged it.I remember when I cooked you salmon and we made love, in my bedroom.
And so this is life. Rich, more than we are able to absorb in all it's facets, too rich for us.
Rich, beyond comprehension. Full, beyond belief. My cup overfloweth. And I know not what to do.
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by Brit Butler 