A distance.
A span with you.
A whole hour to hold your hand.
Or five minutes to watch
you brush your teeth.
anything with you
makes me smile.
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With Words… is a home that I use to share my poems that don’t rhyme and my stories with no endings.There is a collection of poems called “Sometimes What You’re Left With Is Worth What You Lost” and another more general collection. The poems in the “sometimes” collection are design to be read in their order, but you are able to read any of them in any order you like.
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