A.Y.

See you.

I want to feel inside of your embrace, that warmth. I spy on the greatness in you with my little heart, hidden at times with its callow ways. When I think of you, how unaware of your own allure you are, I cannot help but see wrongs, so much wrong that if for only self-acceptance, disappear.

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[Nyanachi]

Your words are so beautiful, desperate to pass down their meanings. I love this piece and all of the rest—I always have to come back to them. There is always something new to learn, you teach ideas in your poems that are not found anywhere else, they are so dear.