Sigh. Sorry about recent events.

Perhaps, since you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, this is a good time to enjoy the following poem of lost love I found on gotpoetry.com a while back.
-S
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“Love Chunks”

My chest is heaving
she is leaving
again
and there is nothing I can do
no one I can talk to
or rhyme to
except for you.

Every time I think of her
I want to vomit
big chunks of her love
all over myself
cover myself
and let every one see
what was inside of me
for so long.

I’d want it to get all dried up
spit up, spat up
remind me of how I love her
trust her
keep it all over my new shirt
or on my skin
where I can begin to
feel her love’s warmth
burn through me.

You know, if you felt for one moment
the love I feel from her
and how awe inspiring it
truly is

If you felt it just once
you would never need love again
for the rest of your life.

That is how chunky
my love vomit is.
Big fat love chunks of
technicolor yawn.
Whistling carrots.
Barfola.
Shoot mouth stew.
The gurgle song.
Appalachian pancake batter.
Toilet Soup.
Chunky backwards mouthwash.
Impressionist bathroom art.

Oh yeah.

I love you, bunny wabbit.

With all my tummy, dambit.
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Live long
and get
naked.

-Natey
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i feel your pain twinmama!
hang in there!
; )

Hah, awesome poem S, thanks. You find the coolest things. We’re spreading the love all over the place here!