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She came back,

With a flower bouquet ,

Telling me to stay,,





Drawing lines mapping my way,

Word of talks in worlds,

Facing my back, showing her ray



Holding my back,

Grieving my lack,

Telling me to stay,,





Trust may say in signs and signs,

Was not that pointing?

for roads to drown or even to lay,,





Showing hidden and extension lines,

Reveling my secrets,

Extending the play,



Picturing those slots,

Telling the faith I got,,

Converting faces in nights and day,,





Extending routed lines, link my soul

to her survey, pleasing your desires,,

and higher me defrays,





Show not much of faith

Neither the facts she follows

Nor the secrets covered way,





Pealing my thoughts, and you

Recalling my sailing boat, to the depth of me

to certifies methods of your theory you say





days comes by an oceans of lights,

Crossing the molly waves, in lands of sites

The driest meanings of dusty noon’s on bay,,





Singles, doubles, trebles,,

Ant matter of being a theft and run no way,,

Looking in souls, what senses will still be they,,





Illusion distance, last only a foot away,

Memories of writers in books, or novels,

keep rolling a part match not the do and doing not what it say



cheep gating, when the feeders are so

Stating both aims to feed the mined and the living game,

The truth come of the ending gains not the certain of pay,,





Drowning you in words, and letters ,

Or/and mine in shatters,

when jotting, the living that last well, keep that wealthy stay





Looking at you in me and flitter, as a blade scratching,

bleeding, cutting, sorting, the deepest, cases

matters, wont last in a fragmented wendy, day,,,





Telling me, about me, waited much so long, to see

the show and written song, I sang for long, snagged in arms,

I long, not a new rhythm in a sailor soul, a pit, not a distance away





My musk is so light for you to see, shads and

shadows in much of faith, neither the facts that flows

nor the secrets covered clearly hinted inlay,,





Trusting you forever true I do, and,

I follow my innate grasping my faith

Learning you and me, together not a hate, but, proceed, you say,





On land of the trust and truth, in skies,

and loses, of minds and watery, valise of truth

of couldn’t and could be a part of clay





the truth, you want, I want it for you,

with the trust of me, and me in you

no matters or gaps of liven or a pay,





The a flower bouquet is a statues of being, and gifts

love share like me in you,,

I’m coming back with flower bouquet

Forcing my sailor soul to cross the night to the day,,,





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