My Abundance

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You are my abundance, my warmth, my one true measure. Finding me, feeding me, filling me, as the days relinquish their control, and the nights seduce the darkness.
But I am ready, now, to stand, to embrace the fissures and the wounds and the careless insults.
For you are here, with me (and I am here, with you).
And I can dare to start over,
Again

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