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If you're freely willing
to see your dreams grow root

take the honey grove route.

It's the name of a place
without a bee or a hive
where you arrive
if only you take a wrong drive

lose your way
on a forgetful day
to reach a space
of wide eyed face
where the children have never seen a car

or may be one or two
with wanderers like you
that once in a year
strayed this far
and to give their dreams a root

took the honey grove route!
was there this sunday, not on any map but would be forever with me.
Flooding lights on tarred earth
I watched, sipping silent tea.
Among the lights watching me,
Drowned us, along the dust.
Our domesticated advances
The tamed guileless glances,
Ceded in beads and words.
Touching the lip of gods..

And frozen memories.
Slaves to dancing minds
Clear frost of charmed dreams.
Hands, palms, fingers to them.
Shoulders seeking shoulder.

Children on old shoes,
Crippled legs, crippled steps.
Sleep strolling before clock hands.
It rips flesh from bone.
It strips away the the lies,
That surround me like a fog.
I breathe in the thick air of my words,
Like cigarette smoke,
Elementary my dear,
No,
I am not a sleuth.
This isn't a mystery.
I am the mystery
They have moved on.
Still you're holding on to memories.
Refusing to let go.
Even when they stated they love you no more.

They said to let by gone be by gone.
Still you're holding on.
As if they are going to walk back through the door.

It's over.
You just need to accept it.
And find another to love you.
But you must first stop holding on to those memories.

Sooner than later they need to fade.
Such an innocent
face,
filled with
naughty thoughts.
Carried herself
in such
a fancy manner,
havin'
lots and lots
of clothes,
but her skin
glowed best
when they weren't
covered
with any type of cloths.
She loved
being bitten softly,
loved grabbing
the sheets
when pleasure
covered
every single bit of her.
When his lips
made love
to her lips.
How,
when he grabbed her
by her neck,
turned her on
even more.
Under the sheets,
she was
such a *** fiend,
but in
people's eyes,
she was such a Saint;
but that's why
there's a
saying that goes
"Not everything
is what
it seems".
Behind her all the stars fell.. 
the sky was full of wishes..
but all i wanted was her..
everyone one else can have the wishes..
She shines brighter
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