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Faith Apr 2017
Starlight not so bright **** the first star
I see tonight. Oh, that was nice to ring off my tongue tonight. I wish I wasn't I hope I'm not the first star you will.
Faith Apr 2017
The flow I swim can U catch me. It's  not question. I want answer . Oh, hell I forgot who I was asking.
Faith Apr 2017
Dancing. Night Raindbows. Butterscotch Ripples. The only way she knows how to bring.
I don't know you... but I made you my world. I can't escape you but I let you bring down my world. Please take my hand.
Faith Apr 2017
Breath in throat. Breathe child breathe. Keep reminding myself this is just memory.  Nor more reality.........
Seems like yesterday when you drove by. Nothing special nothing earned on that hot day.  As every story of hot day  that's  were my story of you begins.                                                          

Water. Yes.  For your radiator. Handing you the jug was tomorrow never seen. Oh, but I skip so much already to talk about are midnight escapes.
Faith Sep 2017
In the veil of silence. Where can we find happiness. In happiness we find ears to listen. In veils are solitude to destitution. In destitution we find speech.

In speech we find wares of expression. Expression brings compassion.

Expression finds solitude.

Solitude brings explanations.

Explanations bring forgiveness.

Forgiveness brings solitude. Solitude is adaptation.

Adaptation is Vision.

Vision is to see.

To See is to Live.

— The End —