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  • Grace

love is a choice

I realized the other day

I could live without you

and it felt


to realize

how healthy

we’ve become.

My umbrella –

if I couldn’t find you

I would get wet,

rain tears streaming

between breasts heaving.

I would ache to

tell you about it,

my sweet umbrella,

oh how I would ache.

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