Sunday, September 29, 2024

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Sorry lovebug, I just don't have many words of my own tonight.  πŸ˜”
I love you though, fiercely, infinitely...

 

Whose heart is whole?
Whose life has not been wronged?
The composer
sitting alone in the locked ward, 
playing the shadows
like a piano -
Life is like that: madness
Be the one in this world of furious burning
Who hears your life's great chaos
as a song. 

 - Joseph Fasano

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