

late night conversations turn to
tales of times we've told already
with fresh perspectives and nods to wrongs
i turn an easy eye to what is
and the potential of possibilities
"i'm going to try my damndest ..."
i think of you in colors that don't exist quite yet.
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You are the most lovely of friends
I do so enjoy reading what you write
I envy your way with words
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