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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 12 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.12.10.33.12261]] |
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Happiness is a choice, dearest... What has passed pictures peeling Is of no consequence. It takes a brave soul to admit, even in commentary, where faults have torn at the boundaries of the minds maze melting logic and blind love. The fish are swimming golden glimmering, as Pisces is here my love. A time is approaching, of Esther and masked balls, where everyone is another, and identies mis-match what is divine. The day approaching where I find only silence for the lost seed in the womb of hearts. Avoid the shadows, the creeping darkness of dimness. Certainly happiness is in the meeting, the passing, and the notes of melodies that continue to form words beyond the hearts doing and undoing. Take heart, you are everything to me, dearest. I will never find blame mistaken identity of the past for it is my own folly fondling furry that has led to the outbursts of the last. |