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ple band•   •••••   •convert-
in a sim-                   •                      ing the
mortality                                                   wishful
silver•im-               ­                                            to   the
on gold or                                                                suppo-
mounted                                                                     sed•we
nd•a rock                                                                      have co-
pilling sa-                                                                     me  full
reats of s-                                                                     circle  •
ing the th-                                                                stars we'-
ther•beat-                                                  ­         ve forged
forth toge-                                              and coun-
journey                                    ted•make
   shall we           reality out
of fable•

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I saw my lioness,
Bothered by hyenas,
Still so docile she was.

I decided to intervene,
I roared the hyenas away!

*Roar!!!

No,
It is not really perfect,
Nothing like what you might have guessed.

But,
It is the only place I am happy,
With her hands holding my face, I feel blessed.

Yes,
It is somewhere on an isle in the middle of nowhere,
A place where I always feel completely satisfied and truly loved.

Ahh,
I hold her face with one hand,
And I be kissing her as I undo the laces behind.

Oh,
It is so very beautiful,
The love we share is beyond being physical.

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•like clockwork,
  her day would begin
•pressures of life like no
one could imagine•toting the
crushing weight upon her tiny shou-
lders•responsibilities and expectations that
would overwhelm before she falters•she'd ***-
ble as she groans her duress•her skin would crack
to release pent up stress•then there would come a day
•her exhausted veins would rupture and then give way
•she has the most terrible temper•but we would still flock
to her•why?*........when time and again she offers us strife•

simply because she provides,
she gives us life•