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Dec 2014
We sit outside 
Gazing at clouds
. Hoping for that eye. 
That caught spark from a swirl of flames
. Reaching for air, climbing high.
This beer gets me going. 
I’m left in my thoughts delving deep in a pool of my character where I hope to fish out that perfect line reeling you in for a time of storytelling. 
And there, I caught you. quick. with a gentle sting. only to let you go. 
But, darling don’t forget that I am as real as you and still enjoy the company of honesty. 
At every moment, I am trying to make history that shall remain and make me feel whole for a while. 
Every intimacy a poem.
Every memory a piece of the puzzle.
Completing my world, frame by frame.
This ocean of faces.
 Some come. Some go. Some remain. 
But Me, Myself and I all are one in the same. 
For in this world, me and myself, live for a very unique discovery.
 The Me prodigy. 
The more love spread the easier it is to see.
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