Lying there so cynical
Did I bring you miracle?
Wrapped in glitter and gold
Still you linger below
Can’t get a foot hold…
ÂĐ Delia Ross. 2022
Wait. Have I been using the correct copyright year in my previous post?
I don’t do time anymore ðĪŠ
I gave time up ð
Also, I’m still writing poetry about you, and John, and us
Guess he’s just a part of us
Until I can get his bones out
He says he’d rather be in a pack on my back than in that fucking hole ðģ
I think I might be experiencing post traumatic stress from his death
But also
I can’t lose you ð
Maybe you don’t save the world, but instead the girl that does ððð
I delivered you a poem and miracle
“What of those who believe without miracle and wonder”
Crucify her anyway!
I love you ð
PoeEternal 
If I were a queen bee ð, I would not kick you out of the hive during the winter, so I guess we would both get kicked out and have to start our own colony ð
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