Like smoke, it eludes me
mysterious, absent
ever changing and fluid
love is and it isn't.
Deep breathes I inhale
to touch, own
such peril
love is and isn't for sale.
Like a fool I wait
matches to strike
create sulphurous air
but it is and it isn't hate.
--Diva
Sunday 2/3 Cragmoor to Freeway Run
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Just so we're clear, I'm officially retired on weekends, I just work during
the week.
I have to say I committed some awesome code check-ins today (Monday,...
5 years ago
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