Ah, hope, love, hate, deceit
At this time of night
They fade to the shadows
Where they belong
The only things real
Are the electric lights outside my window
And their bulbous reflection in each rain droplet
Thousands of little Bostons
Clinging to the window
They will never get in.
My tears reflect your words.
Sometimes I hate you
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ahhh, paradox. Our first lesson in Colorado. Asha, too. Her lesson was better - they called it pair o ducks. Everything has a yay duck and a yuck duck. It hit me like a train when I realized I hadn't let her have any yuck ducks.
I have missed writing and missed our interaction in here.... Pair of ducks- haha- can't have one without the other. Like a coin, can't have heads without tails... hmmm... sort of like one duck... one side bites; one side poops, but all the parts in between are quite tasty.
super mo writing anonymously because I can't remember my password!
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