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An Ode to Trouvaille
I have always been a whole person
Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise
But I left the other part of me in foreign country
Endearment
I love the way he says my name
With words and phrases I have heard before
But those that have not enlightened me until now
I can breathe around him, more than mere survival
I met him in a world where sum...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:19 pm
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