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One and Precious Night
We were little more
than what we carried,
our arms filled with the
broken toys of childhood.
That first joining perfected us
for a time. Scars fell away as
we became no more or less than
what was needed.
We will always carry that
one and precious night.
than what we carried,
our arms filled with the
broken toys of childhood.
That first joining perfected us
for a time. Scars fell away as
we became no more or less than
what was needed.
We will always carry that
one and precious night.
Published 23rd Jan 2023
Author's Note
Recent years have been spent trying to recapture that night. One of my lovers took the photo of me and I think it shows my longing.
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