I’d rather look Welcoming than Beautiful,
And all these beautiful things would welcome me
Too.
What a joy to Feel, something.
How can we be alone,
When alone requires more?
And the absence of More is what
Predicates loneliness.
Yet, there is always more,
So long as we Welcome it.
I’d rather look Welcoming than Beautiful,
Although they often go
Hand in Hand.
Which implies Unity,
You know,
The holding of Hands.
Ephemeral Hands touching Physical Bodies.
It is. Simply. Joy.
To feel something. More.
Oh.
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