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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
broken
perfect
thing

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