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I swear I was thinking so hard that I broke my teeth on you. I was locked, glued, and stuck on you until I was blind to all destruction things and only saw grace.
Your face in a gentle background in a turbulent world. A recipe for honesty in a world of dishonesty.
But honestly --
This dental bill is a thinking tax for a striking woman like you. You struck in threes, once on the intro, the heavy hand in the presence, and a slow descent into despair on the exit.
If my swag switch had an off switch, you pressed it.
My words left their rubber sole and now I was pouring concrete on concrete with no deceit. A solid foundation, firm and taxing.
My thoughts are on you, the luxury of you and the man you helped make me.
