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Today I pick fresh flowers,
a gift to myself.
Unconditional love,
admiration.
For the woman I am becoming.
A dream
A wizard
A lover
Tow hearts  
One sings  
The other dances

The spring
The Sun  
Two lovers  
One loves
the other shares  

A fairytale
A mystery
A story
One tales
The other listens

It shines through out my heart 
The ocean
The sky
Once met

A moon
A light  
A fool
She falls
you have discovered
you can travel through time
but your favorite place
was always the past
déja vu
you go in loops
reliving what was

remembering is a curse
for feet that desire
to move forward
and eyes that can only
look back
you cannot spit out
the bittersweet taste

this place is barren
but the ghosts you left behind
walk its empty streets
and you keep visiting
to see the love you lost
with flowers on its grave
ones you do not recognize

the present is a place
that seldom interests you
you walk backwards
towards it
you are still welcome
and the gates are open
if you ask for the key

the future cares for you
cannot wait to see your face
you have gone weary
from your travels
going further and further back
you can return any time
but here you will be loved
If we are all created equal, then who needs class?
If we are all created equal, why did the projects last?
If we are all created equal, is the only difference, our paths?
If we are all created equal, then where's my other half?
If we are all created equal, then why do I even need to ask?
If we are all created equal, then why didn't it last?

— The End —