Hands held high hold hearts of pie.
The circling lives of you and I ready to focus on the incredulous guy.
As I'm brought back to you while everyone is pointing at me; I celebrate
the moments we are so insync I hope you see.
There is no person, place, or thing on earth that can part us.
How easy it is to be clobbered, hammered, and booed having
you and I stuck like glue. Truely, when I know the row of life
is no show, I'm happy to be the one you love. free
Whistling heaters, hot summers, lovely days, and no end.
If you can hear me through the trite words of a blog, abide in me, as I abide in thee.
Frozen tears crystalize my minds fears, melting time away from the pain.
Gifts to you, gifts to me, all eternal words mostly.
Your coffee tastes of cardboard.
Cold, damp, with not a place to go.
Day after day, no measure of time can relief permanently.
My past robbing my present, love remains reverent.
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