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My Beautiful Dream

If that is a feature that reaches this creature. Her eyes deceive her; she looks deeper and deeper before she can see through the eyes of a weeper. I don’t believe her when I see her; am I awake as I intake this dream of a sleeper? The love that we make is ever soContinue reading “My Beautiful Dream”

‘Bout Love

When you hear “love”, say something. When you say “love”, feel something. When you read “love” remember something. When you find “love”- don’t you ever forget it. The only person love means anything to, it seems are all without it; or believe themselves deprived of it, or that it was lost or missing. You doContinue reading “‘Bout Love”