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Is it so strangeto be in lovewith an idea of a person. It’s a stunning high, really,because when that one trips clumsily,it’s easy to reach and help them. The service awardwanting the pleasure of othersI could go a lifetime passing up the highof knowing something different. Bless the first timesmeeting the onewho causes this drowning.…

These are new coveringswith open hands to palmsI invite one closer. Step to the locked foreboding gate. Grace, the beauty anchor,begs to be taughtthe rules of this garden. With stained-glass darknessthe brilliant sun illuminatesher shimmering eyesfor the first real time. She asks for more wordsexplaining this place,its well worn pathsthat lead to favorite flowers. She…

Time and attention,two very sensitive conditionsshine when you’re at your best. I swear and promisewe will share and balance the start of all this. I’ve been meaning to writeabout a pristine garden where we plant and make rows. Spend the hours with melearning how to properly tendall the lovely gems. There are tiny detailsI hope…

Maybe I didplace youway up therewhen I put your headup in the clouds. I get itit’s hardto breathe up there. Not to mentiontrying to be allperfectmost all of the time. So You fell yesterday,I’m here aren’t I?Trying to pick you upand place youright back up there. Why can’t you understand you belong thereup in the…

Money and musicheavy are the sounds coming from that thumping basscoming from our throats. Could it possibly bethe reason why we’re dancing nowin our certain waywhere bodies just layheavily on each other. Today, the day is lazy we are strewn all over the placespending hours spending a fortune on handsome thingsthat are sureto make us…