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 I    pretend you are with me the days I miss you. Together, heaven holds us I miss you every time I want to cry and find a pillow to sob in every time I'm pooped in the scariest hours of the night in a room full of people, I find your face. I rest beside you, wait till you cradle me to sleep I wrap you with my hands, hold you, find you in that hardest hours of dawn again and again my tongue would only speak your name My beloved. It is not by accident that we are lone heart and soul That day we left was a conception. That night the windows flashed fire I thought of only you. We are a new life where dead/s rise again where dreams become real where angels alter stars where distance is heaved by time. That was yesterday when your kisses nailed me to the walls We were running stairs hugging, catching our breaths until tiredness made us laugh. All I could speak was your name All I think about was you Remember last winter? We drove wildly and even the moon couldn't catch up on ...

 

 

  If—   Launch Audio in a New Window BY  RUDYARD KIPLING (‘Brother Square-Toes’ —Rewards and Fairies ) If you can keep your head when all about you        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,     But make allowance for their doubting too;    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,     Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,     And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;        If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster     And treat those two impostors just the same;    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken     Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch ...