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The only He.

I spend hours,
hours -
trying to make sense of you,
to make sense of us
and the quiet hours bathe me
in the white light of our innocence
in the deep relief of our future
in the silence of our enduring love
and I could not be
more blessed.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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