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Worth the Weight you asked if i had just one thing on my mind, and i said, "yes, but it's everything, & it's getting heavy . . ." i'd always said that i could use a hand to help shoulder, but you offered your smile instead, and your listening-- glistening with an eagerness to be fed, to absorb (wed dreams to experience and tellers to stories, that in the heat of their passions rise up to their glory) thrown, for the moment, i backed down, came around, let you in my head (& then the scary part) my heart opened wide & waiting for you to drop the ball but you caught them up in fingers nimble & pulled me inside (to share your secret) which i herein confide-- it said: "every bush burns (with life) you have but to see it: come find it, now taste it-- it's like time, you don't waste it" and i in turn burned for your bush: bonfire satin sheen, & in your eyes a little glimmer of a gleam simmering (down) i came around, backed down & pulled out amidst fanfare of heavy breath, watching our legacy spilling in hot sweat dripping down from my chest across your back it read: 'i know what it's like to find sincerity in the final moment . . . to finally drop pretense and that pair of dimes that i carried around in my front pocket--endlessly shifting & never uplifting my soul, or giving life and energy to the whole. & if i've learned one thing in life, it's that some things are worth the weight-- & you were worth your wait in gold.'
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