no. 3: egs

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Eloquence is not simply measured by the fluidity of your movements,
or the perfection of your mascara,
or the lace in your newly purchased dress,
but in the curvature of your heart as it resembles your desire,
and your hope.

furthermore, Grace is unmatched by the smoothness of the water, and the fine grass that lines the side.
and Grace is found in the pine, and in decaying bark surrounding the core.
but i think i found Grace in the workings of her cognition.

and once, i think i found perfection in Simplicity.
i'm not sure if this is a love letter, or simply a upheaval of emotions,
but either way i think she would appreciate it.

frankly i don't even know what love is so how could this even be a love letter?
is it a statement of affection?
or a proclamation of genuine appreciation?

i wrote a song or two about said Eloquence,
but i choked on the words as they slipped through my teeth,
and scratched my gums so that every word dripped with the blood of emotion.
and Grace.

i miss the Simplicity of warm nights and the strength in numbers,
and the fatigue accompanying desire and excursion.

i miss the Eloquence of small words,
and the Grace in no words,
and the Simplicity in thought.

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i miss coherence.

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