we were soldiers in the same war,
just two passing ships wrecked on the same shore,
there’s a pain in my chest,
it must be felt,
i’m not one to lose my ground,
or deny myself,
but you’re so busy being you that you can’t see,
just how rare and lovely you are,
when you are next to me.
Meghan Tonjes

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