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Nothing of you is small to me — not the ground
each step of yours has claimed, nor the wide sky
wheeling above your head, nor the slow air
that fills your lungs, nor that stubborn vast heart
of yours, beating its cold and steady measure.
No, I loved your mind first, and burn for it last.
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Hint of Em at the top just scents it perfectly.
And absolutely lovely and delicate on the page.
thank you for grokking me (we can still use the word “grok,” can’t we?)
you don’t know how I appreciate that you’ve read my words this month 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Bam! This packs a punch.
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Had me here”Nothing of you is small to me — “
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