Privileged

I didn’t know

what I had

until I met others

without

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My Dad’s Eulogy

my dad’s hands

best symbolize

his essence

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if you’d ever

shaken my dad’s hand

you’d know

what I mean

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his big hands,

thick, strong fingers

tough, worn skin

working hands

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he wore them with a gritty

honesty, grace and dignity

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Intimacy

eyelids are closed

nobody knows

who I really am

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trying to fall

are you trying to fall

asleep?

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losing it all

are you losing it all?

(peace)

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surrender to her

surrender to the world

release

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Colour Theory

maybe

there’s no

black and white

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merely labels

accumulating all colour

to absence of all

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tick the box

there’ll be no logic

no right or wrong

when you’re with me

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sharing

communicating

birds calling moons

painting sunrises

together

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one

with love

believing

trusting

each other

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I want

to start

a new religion called

maybe

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