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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

On 12:52 PM by Rachel Preston Prinz in ,
once upon an Italian sunset
we sent each other to bed crying

he was so kind, angry, and so very real
my first contact
with a vulnerable

he made black pictures and offered them to me
to hang on my wall
for what I'd done
(he may never forgive me for the many times I have failed him)
and yet I love him with my whole being

neither of us knew then that it is my job
that some medicines are both poison and cure

he always saw me for who I truly am
and, he gave my my totem

I treasure the moments I get to bask in it all