Bedtime Stories of Love
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Someday beyound this flesh of mine that has been short circuited throughout time....
Lying atop the shag carpet with a glass of cold water and a piece of rye bread
Wondering amid the yellow, orange, red and blue flames; dancing in their gaze ~
Considering the purpose, parallels and paradox of all things; folding wisdoms page?!
Clarity revealing its truth betwixt the tears and pain; poured from perfections cup....
Currents coursing through my veins these revelations calling my name; splashed
Aneath crystal waters with their blood soaked bread; merged in the flames ~
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....“Bedtime Stories of Love” *
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