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He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. He was never all-in. But yes, we are still friends, sort of... but that's a poem for another time.

All attempts at truth are doomed to failure here... And the age of saints is necessary, yes, but what of the saints themselves?

You were never my destiny perhaps, but for days I lay with you, and your love made revelations beyond any marriage or long-term commitment.

When your lover in hell, it’s often the gateway to heaven... it is only through surviving darkness side by side, showing up no matter what.

I want to be the final card in the spread, one that jumped, waiting at the footnotes like a vague decree. Sacred messenger, master of none.

The next time you realize that you have been drawn, dragged, danced into the underworld, remember, this is the oldest ceremony.

You still warm me at night, my knight. It's as if you are the fire my soul sits by and the hearth which my heart sits against.

Serve basket of warm naan next to clay pot of spicy curry... Arrange wildflowers on pagewith light angling in from outside.

This place is unique, carved from nature and human hand. This place I love, this is Northumberland.

But she had no voice to answer. Her song was muffled, and the noise around her was loud. No one around could decipher the purpose.