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Hows Them Apples

Published August 28, 2017 in Arizona Stories , I Don't Even Know - 0 Comments

Hows Them Apples

Here’s a window into my heart.

I’ve reached a place where I don’t need love.

And it’s not at all out of bitterness.

I don’t long for, anymore.

I don’t pine for rapture.

Nor is it out of a sense of defeat.

And there is no malice.

I’m mostly happy and free to just be.

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