It’s time, just time
that we can vouch for
passing us by
yet there’s more
than the sum
of our bruised parts
in the time we spend,
shamelessly borrowing
from poets and lovers
all the ways
we come together,
muddled and free,
safely… being.
It’s time, just time
that we can vouch for
passing us by
yet there’s more
than the sum
of our bruised parts
in the time we spend,
shamelessly borrowing
from poets and lovers
all the ways
we come together,
muddled and free,
safely… being.
The Word Rummager 
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