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And so I throw it all away
All those things I could never say
It brings a tear to my eye
But I must let this whole part of me die

We were one
You and I
The moon
The sun
The fallen sky
We were stars
Shining in a midnight's lie
Scorching the earth
Biding our time

Oh how I'll miss you
Waste of mine...
A reflection of my Oneness state...
With every kiss, I taste the sadness of her soul
I'm addicted, I crave more....
Imagine..... simply imagine
the boy you admire or the girl you idolize
they're eyes, they're hair,
everything about them symbolizing perfection
the little glimpses and the hopes that they will recognize you
and soon be yours.....

imagine locking lips.....
the moment you've been waiting for
it's a drug, you're intoxicated, you never want this moment to end
you want they're kisses, hugs, late night phone calls
early morning texts, you want it all.... now you have it

Imagine..... every thought in your mind
is simply of them, every picture, every text, every kiss, every hug
every date, every little moment burned into the back of your mind...
imagine..... you are addicted, you crave them, you have them
you never want to let go....

Imagine.... your family, your friends....
they mean nothing to you anymore, simply an afterthought....
your only source of emotion, your source of thinking
is the thought of your lover....

Imagine..... nobody, you've left them, you have nobody...
he or she is the only one left.... your entire life revolves around them....

Imagine..... they're gone.... you have nobody
you've lost everything, your friends, your family
the people who have stuck by your side
through the good times and bad, everybody has left you
you have nobody, you've lost everything
and you have lost yourself.....
I felt the sting
As the first shot rang out
Oh what a need
Living brings about
As the door cracked open
And the light crept through
I could no longer follow
The likes of you
So shall I sleep
A million years
In slumbering states
   Of love and fear...
A straw man hanging on a stick, blowing ragged in the wind. A straw hat and torn jeans with a shirt full of dried grass. A smile painted on your face with buttons for eyes, not much to look at it would seem. You sit idly and watch the corn grow, hopefully scaring away a few old crows. As much as many might scorn you, you are good at one thing. When I want to talk you always listen and never ever complain. So I think of you often as the winter comes and you hang around in the cold and the snow. When I feel really lonely and need someone to listen, I know just where to go.
 Mar 2016 Liam Adam Scicluna
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told chem-
icals•com-
patible  so-
lvents that
fizz... with
bubbles•m-
ix them in to get
the most homogene-
ous of solutions•introdu-
ce heat in the likes of passion
•never a clean reaction, there will
be residue• never right the first time,
failed attempts will be a few......• but once
distilled from undesirable impurity•........then
handle the mixture with utmost sensitivity........•
you'll get a result that can't be bought with money•
because this love in our hearts is the product of



pure chemistry

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