I wake up with my mind caught in a lasso. emotions and then nostalgia …. destroy me…. and no idea why….
if I could, I would admit ….
and say
the only grip I have ….tossed out through the cyber channels and volleyed like a whisper ….from the language of our codes —that very threadbare faith …. I am truly heard…. and it is not imagined
….thank you
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