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You paint the portrait with your breath --
Mist on a mirror -- and I am considering this discordant splash
Here.
It can only be here because you painted it in
Or said, this errant stroke I do permit to stay.
It would not be lost on you.
I worship your venerations.
Venerate your indifferences.
I am indifferent to your inconsistencies
blindnesses.
And feel the need to know more about how to love
how to love more.
It would not be lost on you.
Courage. It feeds on love
And love is always greedy for more
Courage
To permit the inconsistencies
And blindnesses.
You may never realize all of this, or any, but
It would not be lost on you.
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