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do you know what makes me smile?
it's you.
i just can't help it,
i love you to pieces.
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in a darkened narrow alley
a single pauper walks,
his warm breath
making a vanishing trail that falls behind.
for a moment,
the white puffspause
..
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in a nearly empty studio
a single ballerina dances.
her hand placed lightly on the barre
at first
as she glances into the mirrored wall.
she stan..
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i think it odd
that we sometimes choose to use words
that we do not own,
that we treat hope
the same way we regard faith.
we lie to ourselves,
e..
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you cannot explain love
when you look at it from the inside out.
you can't explain it
because you're in it,
and and it completely baffles your min..
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slip off your lovely ballet feet
and stretch your toes.
dance barefoot with me
on the hardwood floor.
but be careful,
please,
for my clumsy paup..
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silly boy,
needs his vitamin c
and chicken soup.
he's been sick for a week
but he still knows how to smile.
he makes piggy noises
and explores t..
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with purest intent...
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if there's one thing that's certain,
it's that there's no certaintyin love.
logistically speaking,
though,
there should be all the certainty in th..
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i know a place where the snow falls up
and the rain makes puddles in the sky,
where the dreariest of days does not exist
and you can cuddle up clos..
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