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As I grasp at this light, you call your love
and blinded see what eyes always miss
I can know you
fitting my hand with warmth like a glove
this heart between fingers a bliss
I can feel you
A star in my palms this gift from above
reminder of whats in your kiss
I can taste you
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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