“I’m oxygen and he’s dying to breathe.” Tahereh Mafi
Except I would ask nothing of you, except a share of the love you hold in the place we lie down together and labour our breathing in unison, to look into your eyes and know that precipice we both seek, precursor to a tightly wound desire, an instalment on finding that whole experience again. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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Made me smile today
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The poem made me smile as well.
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Well, that is worthwhile result in my view 🙂
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Indeed it is. I need all the smiles I can get!
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Yes, it is like that right now.
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I’m so glad, that is worth the writing.
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You are quite the romantic!
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It has been noted by those nearby 🙂 Thank you Patricia, that is a lovely compliment.
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This is beautiful ❤️❤️
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Thank you so much for that.
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Beautiful
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Many thanks
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Wow, that is pretty hot, Paul. 🙂
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What can I say, I’m incurable, many thanks for that LuAnne 🙂
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