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I’ve got to hurry becausesomeone has really changed,I can only ask,is the plump heavy skya place I can still lookto see the pretty clouds. I can still remember that temperamental sidewhere we kissedthe backs of our hands. I’m just surprised to see,this big new sideyou’re trying to fit into. I still can’t forgethow the room…

The girl obsessed,taking all kinds of photographsI wonder how and whythere aren’t any fountains?Those slow trickling shotswhere time sits so deliberate,while everyone else,gets lost staringat the pretty drops. Hopefully today,the camera lense will turnfocused on the shimmering,just inside,the garden gates. Against large beautiful flowersthis pool of water keeps turningwaiting to be seen. Adrift and carefree,the…

The garden is burstinga magical date stamp has everything in focus. The girl turns with her camerabarely fitting all the blossoms centered and in frame. Her photographs mark timetonight I’ve come to learnto take notice of the fragrances. A hungry bee thirsts,stop the petals that open up for him. He’s frantically searching in and out…

Future Lover andthe comfort control,love may have all the answersto the things we must avoid. Yesterday, when I kissed you,the first of the chancesyou had to tiptoein order to reach. We have this destinationalready pre-programmedwe just need to execute. So today we’re in this gardenpretending not to noticeall the humongous blossomssurrounding the trespassing visitors. Tomorrow…

Sun-drenched or otherwise,it’s all she’s ever knownwith her stingy dry eyesalways threatening,maybe one day,they’ll let loose with a vengeance. Heavy hands reach and grab hergetting her out of the waya flash flood is coming. In disbelief, she stares,it’s a forgotten creek bedovergrown and neglected. The first drop lands heavilytouching her face with no warninga wall…