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I believe love is the only possession that we are allowed to leave Earth with, so a hoarder I have become. There is bliss in boxes built like Babel without the dialect changing for its different forms to converse to continue construction. With the firmament under foot galaxies become stepping stones of fruition towards the summit of this matter. I have seen Love's facial features chiseled through its work, and its smile when hate dissipate. I glance back at its conception, Its birth, and watched it crawl into trust. Trust taught it to walk, and when walking became balanced it morphed into shoulders that carry, to become eyes that witness the ghosts of memories. I've assisted the muliebrity and virile traits to breed this passion in litters of purity for forgiveness. I've honed its humility to become bolder for when I'm no longer in presence it will impart through essence.

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Date: 4/15/2020 4:50:00 AM
Loved your poem especially your fourth stanza. Hope you are doing well ??
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Keith Linton
Date: 4/17/2020 9:53:00 AM
Thanks Wilma! I just have to finish now. I'm doing well.
Date: 3/17/2020 9:48:00 AM
A good presentation of love. The smiles of love are wonderful
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Keith Linton
Date: 3/18/2020 10:57:00 AM
Thank you!