They had always wanted a bicycle built for two. They wanted to ride together in unison. They could also sing a song together, whether it be in sorrow or mirth.
That’s why they also wanted to buy two guitars. They could be in sync, creating a melody for the birds. But they didn’t get the chance to do so. She was meant to strum alone. She was meant to ride a single bike.
Categories: death, family, identity, mental health, photograph, Psychology
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SMiLes Dear Miriam in Someways
As Long As We Are Playing an
Instrument of Soul We aRe
Never Truly Alone As
The FRiEnD Within
Comes to Dance
And Sing And Spread
Other Arts Deep Within
Free Escaping New Breath of Creativity…:)
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