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SLOW COOKING He was with himself in life's kitchen at the flame of cooking as I was looking and learning. He sliced and diced tiny bits and pieces of past love with a heart restraint so faint with trust to love again. His eyes spoke of hope as he deftly tossed the melange of his life in a pan over a fire so low it was slow to ignite a faith that he'd relate to a woman that way ever ever again. |
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