you and me
no ounce of will
between us
to sort out the mean streaks
put down our weapons
adorn our life
with unconditional love
for 'tis an upstream struggle
facing demons
dreaming big
and conquering the next fathom
and the next
one for which we've no mettle
nor plan to settle
so let us saunter a bit
together
take in long tables of food and wine
laugh, listen, cry,
and paint an entirely boundless time
of joy
out of the clear blue sky
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