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your silence was a gift
your anger was the seed

of the freedom I never gave myself
but you forced me to achieve

we don’t choose the ones we love
and we don’t always get the ones we need

love is never a mistake
but sometimes it makes us bleed

in every lover’s embrace
lies the promise of tomorrow

and in every heart we touch
the risk of epic sorrow

and yet we take the risk
every chance we get

because to live without love
is to die in regret

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father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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