Some things were meant to be together,
And unbeknownst to us for what ever reasons men, animals, time…the seasons,
Irrevocably push them apart.
The visible is what we imagine happens to the heart when the pulmonary is shattered and all things cumulative is battered, scattered and invited RSVP to the ultimate test:
Let us be technically sound in what constitutes as a cohesive bond.
It is the junction of things.
It is to be cherished, honored, adorned, revered, praised and mirrored.
Because to be anything less than whole is frankly only half-assed.
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