“...the air so still it aches
like the place where the tooth was
on the morning after you’ve been
to the dentist or aches like your heart
in the bosom when you stand
on the street corner waiting
for the light to change and
happen to recollect how things once were
and how they might have been
yet if what happened had not happened.”
― Robert Penn Warren
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I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
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