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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