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May 2016
Take me away.  
Take me to that place where love is kindness and none other than the truth.  
Take me where voice is heard and all is spoken.  Take me where they all are, where I see those I can't see now and miss.  
Take me there.
I yearn to see this place, this paradise lacking the Gods, the Satans,  the posses of wanna-be perfection.
I want to feel how it feels to be real, really real, in your arms.
In his arms.
In hers too.
I want, I need, you to take me there.
But if you can't,  bring thus place me.
To us.
We'll toast on these imaginary sunsets full of tangible emotion and hope.
Bring it here if you can't take me to it.  
Bring this thing, this place so full of the taken-for-granted, the unimaginable, the unique; bring it to me.
It: Your Heart.
Shayla
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