All kinds of original

lives inside us

and if we gaze heavenward -listen well enough

we realize, we have been

pulled along these tracks

paraded, side-by-side. I beg, don’t leave this…

Your all kinds of original.

(To those lost along the way, let us bless them with rest. Peace out. I did this for you John. To show you I am stronger than I ever thought possible. Sorry I never shared when you asked. Thanks for leaving me your smile. You probably would not recognize me today. Or maybe you would.)

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