trying to hold them next to each other and see how similar now and ago really are.
what if i would have been honest with myself
sooner.
what if my love could be sincere, with that honesty a child gains by being born
and forgets about
each day following day
that teaches him fear and greed and practicality.
like when i was small
asleep in my parents bed
because of the spider or the dream in my room.
let love be without hypocrisy
like a Man weeping
calling Himself a hen
longing to gather His chicks
calling Himself a Dad
because of the spider or the dream in my room.
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