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Let's make a toast partake if you hear my voice beyond the coasts.

To our past the hurst, the Many learning curves buried in the sands of time.

To our here and now The good the bad and the ugly take a bow.

To our future I hope you never
come.
A toast
This isn't what you think it is,
this has little to do with your soft lips and smooth skin,  
This has to do with what they enclose, not your toned muscles and the curves they form,
This isn't about your anatomy our how well ours meld together in the still of the day or the silence of the night now filled with our moans.
This is deeper then that,
they say your eyes, oh how beautiful they are as they look in to mine, are the windows to your soul.
Your heart,your mind,your soul that is what matters to me.
what is on the inside of the gift is what makes it worth it not the wrapping and you are a gift to my existence, you bring out the best in me with what is inside  you.
I feel too much and show too little.
I'll finally say what has to be said and hope for the best.
What are these ten words?
A view into my mind.
First attempt
A
        ghost, ghoul and demon
live where my
        trust,love and happiness
used to be, their names are
        past,present and future.
Now you know it all
Now tell me what has changed?
Nothing ever does.
Why does it linger
open wounds with out care rot
So let it fester.
As my eyes slant I see stars,
Even though I haven't reached my dreams I wonder how I got this far
as I let the gum dry I wonder how I got this high now longing over days gone by.
As I spark this flame,
I realize this feeling of loning is mine I'm to blame.
As I inhale,
I think of their skin soft, as a cloud but not as pale lips of rose to me readily exposed.
As I renew my vibe,
even though life right now isn't the best it has been kind.
As my mind flows,
my entropy grows I'm the opposite of low if you could see my aura you'd know it glows.
As I center myself no thought that I need help,these feelings are mine to be seen not felt,by others,not my friends nor the women in my bed--
my lover more like my ****** this is nothing deeper then flesh.
let me put my mind to rest.

As I stare at the cities skyline and the clocks time while writing these rhymes I remember this world, is mine.
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