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i held life
in my hands today.

its hands
were dirty
and it
smelled
of urine
but it felt
good.

circumstances
had yellowed
its eyes
and muddied
its face
but it felt
good.

time
had tattered
its clothes
and stained
its teeth
but it felt
good.

evil
had bent
its limbs
and stolen
its abilities
but it felt
good.

for within
this life
was the
essence
of love -
pure
and real

and nothing else
seemed to matter.