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Do I bleed because I hold the lovely rose,
Or is the rose so lovely because I bleed to hold it
…………………………………….
When we journey,
is it new places we seek,
or a new place in time
…………………………………….
The truest love is not the first,
but last you’ll ever hold
…………………………………….
The blade so swift and keen,
that severs without shame
Cuts doubly deep and clean,
the hand from whence it came
…………………………………….

~A.J. Mayfield
And the moments crept like leopards,
And the days raced like fleeing zebra,
But the years passed not at all….

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