You may say it's a flaw.
I say I remembered how to live.
Over the talks she said
she was cold and damp.
By October she couldn't tolerate this anymore.
That's a hardy repetition.
Meanwhile I had wallowed
never finding the flash of light...
Although it danced in shadows.
One day I saw illuminance in the mirror.
I was blinded.
Thank you for being you.
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