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the way it hits you
in that light yellow, brings out your blonde makes your eyes that dusty blue the kind of blue the sky is at midday the way it hits me that you love me gently, im reminded each day where everyday with you is peace suddenly all is right, good, and worthy
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in a crowded room it was always you given all this space and time undeniably you magnetic true
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myths
were what myths are made of the odysseys the heroes villains and lovers divine union worth waging war creation and destruction of nations stories art poetry and music immortalized as culture were all that is heavenly the study of the righteous the dignified courageous and devout the virtue of saints negation of fear and weakness the spiritual experience of knowing god does exist were the basis of our species the expression of instinct the collective unconscious desire of lust passion obsession sweat hair and sharp teeth the barbaric and savage long before civility and language were the throughlines of generations lingering pastlife memories all ancestors reincarnated behind a veil of dimensions past present and future echoing through the tunnels of time the life that fills every being
were the alpha and the omega beginning and the end all and nothing dust and spirit beyond comprehension realized as man and woman
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country boy
apple crisp a la mode made with love from the garden orange leaves turning red mowing the long green grass
building his body like a machine building this house into our home
promises he held. worked at them with his bare hands. promises made real. with his integrity and devotion.
were going to the lake on the bank mid summer ill be in a white dress holding my adoration for him and july flowers
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ttl
it starts here connection via hertz via cable thousands of miles to get to you take me up and down all 7 layers methodically gently
and somewhere in the wild is the other end where you are
decrypt me unzip me read me raw
your hardware my software
connection successful session open ttl
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dissonance.
nothing is truly at face value. second guessing, into thirds, fourths, fifths, until nothing is left to guess.
certainty.
how do i know what i know. a compass flawed, mis-calibrated, too sensitive, or too weak.
action.
the knowledge of understanding isn’t enough; there is no peace there, only in action. where do we go from here.
pit, the root.
when she ate the fruit, did she eat it all, down to the pit to know it all for certain? skin, juice, flesh, stem. what did it give her except shame.
id like to forget you.
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show me
qui es tu qui es tu montre moi ton visage
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