Poem - 01 - I'd rather mess it up than keep you in a box

I remember times when we talked for the pure joy of talking to each other. We shared, laughed and cried. We spoke of anything our hearts desired. Mostly it was pure spontaneity, spoken raw. It's lead us to the uncharted and in this uncharted we were discoverers of each other.

Those were beautiful days and my heart still brightens in recollection.

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