is what
we have
and can never
too too much
have done. . .

the risk
is always sound,
so, love to send,

as such,
will reach
the ends
of everything that matters
and keeps us
with it
at least a little bit
in touch,

for love dispatches
are known to blend
those motley, drifted patches
as they’re together
well re- stitched,

and thus,
the point of love
does serve
the rifts
that had been opened

by giving them
the time they need
a little more to mend.

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