DEAR

But what is our love If I can’t be there when the joy overtakes And if you can’t be here when the panic attacks? And if you are stuck in the mud While I am crawling the city floor What is this? What does this mean If I can never be close enough to hold […]

via What Is This? — zander foster poetry

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