 Love is glue
Love is glue for you and me but ONE can BE loving without loving. Forward than back, we ride little swing sets to make and occupy time. Being still and silent, hanging in the middle, is it correct to say where there is light, there is no darkness? How bright a light? How dark of a darkness? If one thinks they are in darkness, it can still get darker. If one thinks they are in light, they are casting a shadow. On a dusty little swing that has started to move,
A part can see a heart that can be a heart without having a heart,
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