When someone
reaches out
in humble servitude
to another human
being for no reason
at all, it makes me
want to respond in
the simplest way I
possibly know how-
with a Southern
accent not usual
and foreign to me:
"Thank you."
My personal musings about the perks and pitfalls of being a hopeless romantic. Poetry, prose, and emotional train wrecks.
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