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Wondring Aloud, how we feel today?
Last night set the sunset, my hand in her hair.
We are our own saviors, as we start, both our hearts, beating life
Into each other
Wondring aloud, will the years treat us well?
As she floats in the kitchen, Im tasting the smell
Of toast as the butter runs, then she comes, spilling crumbs, on the bed
and I shake my head
And its only the giving that makes you, what you are.