Abrasions
At times in our imperfect world, my imperfect words fail to reach perfection, before falling upon the ears of your heart. This too I know, so I try and I try, and I battle this battle, to save your heart and mine, from the pain of these abrasions. The battles are won or lost one by one, but the war is never ending, so bend we must, each of us, one toward the other in kind, and learn to accept our differences one by one or never in the middle shall we meet eye to eye, heart to heart. Written October 2nd, 2000 © on Oct 31 2001 04:46 AM PST 0 • 10
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