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It's Beautiful
My vision was to come home and clean the bathtub, run a hot bubbly bath, pour a glass of strawberry Zinfandel wine, and relax. My vision became blurry when it dawned on me that one had football practice plus the other played on equipment touched by a thousand others. However, my glass still was filled and instead I sat in my bed relaxed sipping on my glass of strawberry goodness. But as I sat reading my past poems I started to reminisce. Its beautiful to know that love never dies. It might hide or drive by, but it never truly dies right? Well, it might say goodnight. Take a flight far far away to visit, but as we all know it will always revisit, right? It's beautiful to hear honeyed expressions roll off the mind to existence. The thought of wonder but then I am brought down to reality by the grotesque being within. Knowing that we won't win. Yet, it's still a piece of me that says...It's beautiful, right?
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