For the first time in a long time
I am thinking of you
Wondering if you too
Might have thought about me
But even so the me you spoke with
Was always my death
If you study these pages you’ll say
None of this is about me They tell only your story
Something separates us
Older and stronger than we know
Like a curtain of water, a membrane,
Ectoplasm
The irreducible boundary
Between dead and the living
Between you and I
With a savage and misunderstood past
It reaches to the heart Vera…Beautiful…
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Thanks, Sundaram!
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So well done!
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Thanks.
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My pleasure!
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You’ve bookended me with tears today, Lovely Vera. God. This goes straight right down into the deepest place. You’re amazing. Thank You. ❤️
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Thank you, Sweet Katy.
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❤️🦋☀️!
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Deeply, deeply beautiful.
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Thank you very much, Nico. So appreciate your generous response.
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