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“Is it ok if we stay here, exactly here, for just a moment more? Can you press your nose into my neck, can I wrap my arms around longer, tighter, can I hold you here? There's more to handle, more life left to live, to deal with, to endure, but for now can we stay, if only a moment more?”

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Tyler Knott Gregson
Tyler Knott Gregson

Tyler Knott Gregson is a contemporary American poet known for his profound emotions and unique personal style. His poetry often delves into themes of love, loss, and self-discovery, resonating with readers. more

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