run mad but do not faint

Friday, July 24, 2015

David

Isn't it strange that one would grieve less for hair 
than one did for a childhood love, 
and fear death less than living?
It took me three years before I realized
I was confusing an opportunity to gain life experience
with a soul mate.
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