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As I lay on my comfort king
fading in slowly from falsehood
splatters of moisture pain the leaves
and drip on to other things
that gravity has claimed for its own

Splatters of rain on aluminum
liquid flowing through it's crevice
gathering momentum' s energy
gliding down the metal channel
giving it's soul back to the earth
 Sep 2018 Speaking Eyes
Virtuous
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
No le de cuerda a ese loco que si poco se acuerda de toda la mierda que esconde debajo las piedras y cuidado no lo friege pa que no le muerda por no haberle dado la cuerda recuerda.
I risked it all to have you in my sights and me be at your beckoned call.
I rise early every morning to make sure you're still fine.  And later in the evening we chat as I drink wine.
I respect that you live and wish to remain outside but if I see you slouching I'll fix you up inside.
I reside with Iris by my side. We like to watch her neighbors, the poppies on the right .
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