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I love sometimes,
and sometimes 
it matters.

A blend of moments,
one was good;
others I don't ask
their
name.

It's better to bear a 
feather and hurt 
than a moment 
under pressure 
of a wet sound
that he heard and
said your
a worthless 
whore.

So my seasons 
are warm;
I enjoy a walk 
and dress to bear.

But I discovered 
I am amongst 
scattered resistance;
tingle is a smile,
I have found
breadcrumbs.