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I often think if we could just hug once again

And things could go back to the way they were, back then

Before the anger was presented

The yelling and screaming resented

Cower over caviling words

A need to be desperately heard

Alas distance did not bring on the fondness

Only disrespectable correspondence

The silver lining started small and weak

Growing in time and change in technique

Healing movements, time to release

The disillusions of the manipulating beast.

Much Love Much Life