For awhile I held on to the belief things would be ok. I felt I knew you well enough and you knew me… and somehow we meant enough… and we would be ok. I may wonder, now and then, where I would be now if we had never met; but I never wish we had…
Originally posted on RED GLADIOLA:
A child with a gloomy disposition Said to me with some contrition, “I find the sunlight much too bright, It tells me problems can be simply set right. Though I’ve prayed for a many a day, Not one deity, have I swayed.” When company came, she hid in dark places…
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