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Simple, gentle, naive. Giving whatever needed, even when not asked. Never requiring favors or response. Silently waiting for her to comprehend the unending rhythm of his affection. One foot slowly through the doorway, then the other. Shyly flowing into her ordered life. He looks down on a small reflection of his soul staring back with big brown eyes. So much like his own. Chest expanding with amazed wonder. Touching hands and tilting their tawny colored heads in the same direction. Identical smiles on each face. Sesame Street on the television draws them together into a private adventure. Apprehensive yet of sharing her life. Painful memor

Take a deep breath, deepness, expanding The air isn't there, only darkness, hurt, confusion, madness What was once clear, now a blur, blurring, black. Beating on the walls of my mind, helpless in fury and despair Red wetness trickling down my fingers to my wrists, welling inside my elbows Physical pain is nothing compared to the wrenching inside. Blue, clear and cool, inviting me with gentle lapping around my ankles Swimming stroke by stroke, measured and strong, my body like a blade But it doesn't clean my mind. Curling my toes into the sand, warm and biting The glare is so bright, eyelids closed A sigh softly escapes into the win