step backwards. you fall flat
with
why.
how.
after so much work
done.
books read.
you thought you've
wrung out
everything
that you could from
this cloth you wove,
beating it against stone,
but no.
there's more.
more work to be done.
more
to understand.
love does not disappear
it grips hard,
it holds on.
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