If you find yourself here on my side of town,
I pray that you’d come to my door
and talk to me like you don’t know
what we ever fought about.
I don’t remember anymore.
I just know that she warms my heart
and knows what all of my imperfections are.
And she says that I am the brightest
little firefly in her jar.
Copeland-Brightest.
“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me. come with me, reader.
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