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i don’t know what i’m about to say

it’s hard to know that i must write in something that may one day be read. it’s hard because i don’t know what i’m about to say, just that i’m about to say it. keep that in mind, please.

i love
being in love.
love is the singular
from so many

i love
being told
i am loved.
being loved is
to be known
in trust.

i gave
my life to be
a being i don’t know
until i’ve done
what i’ve done.

may i know
what i am
before i do
what i do.

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