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#      You are blessed by God      and that blessedness      leaves me breathless; But..... aw.. ****  love.. The shame didn't come from me and neither did the all-consuming condemnation..      *yet my direct words to you  make you feel      as though I am the author of both* Love,  infused with truth is a language all its own but you can't do it.. can you You are wholly unable to see yourself as someone truly Loveworthy You can't see it, and so it is my words to you that you attack      and then run from      and then run to and then fall in love with      *And then  you rage      and then  you hide      as it churns*       ***as it churns      as it churns***      And you think its from me      And you think I am the author  of both *But it was   i n   y o u   before we ever met and because of that,  I lose everything*.. because I won't stop doing what it is  that I do. *Love is different than what it sometimes feels to you* #
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:08 PM UTC
dissertatio de amore et sui iudicii
#      You are blessed by God      and that blessedness      leaves me breathless; But..... aw.. ****  love.. The shame didn't come from me and neither did the all-consuming condemnation..      *yet my direct words to you  make you feel      as though I am the author of both* Love,  infused with truth is a language all its own but you can't do it.. can you You are wholly unable to see yourself as someone truly Loveworthy You can't see it, and so it is my words to you that you attack      and then run from      and then run to and then fall in love with      *And then  you rage      and then  you hide      as it churns*       ***as it churns      as it churns***      And you think its from me      And you think I am the author  of both *But it was   i n   y o u   before we ever met and because of that,  I lose everything*.. because I won't stop doing what it is  that I do. *Love is different than what it sometimes feels to you* #
Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nine she heard his voice on the other end of the line she wondered what was wrong this time She never knew what his calls might bring with a cowboy like him, it could be anything.. And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind He said, "It's cold out here and I'm all alone didn't make the short go again, and I'm coming home I know I've been away too long.. I never got a chance to write or call and I know this rodeo has been hard on us all But I'll be home soon and honey is there somethin' wrong?" She said, "Don't bother comin' home by time you get here I'll be long gone There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man." He said, "I'm sorry it's come down to this there's so much about you that I'm gonna miss But it's alright baby if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.. Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne." He left that phone danglin' off the hook then slowly turned around and gave it one last look then he just walked away He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line with a little luck he could still get there in time And in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say.. She said, "Don't bother comin' home by time you get here I'll be long gone There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man.." He said, "I'm sorry it's come down to this there's so much about you that I'm gonna miss But it's alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne Gotta go now baby if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.." She never knew what his calls might bring with a cowboy like him, it could be anything.. and she always expected the worst In the back of her mind https://youtu.be/XQY2m7xS8Sk come away with me
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 9:08 PM UTC
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