Mariners hope, mariners despair
Cursing calendars and worshipping maps
Bottles of devotion are thrown into the wintry waves
The tides went and the tides will return
Mikhail Daedalus
the way a crow
shook down on me
the dust of snow
from a hemlock tree
has given my heart
a change of mood
and saved some part
of a day i had rued
Robert Frost
In real life, I assure you, there is
no such thing as algebra,
when it comes to (fore)seeing if hugging either hurts
or heals...
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