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In this hour of thoughts, and dreams.
Through the dark morning air I breathe. Alone, thinking, collecting all my missing links. Translations of what shoulds and how comes. Why didn't's, and why for's. All spelling nothing, yet all showing me. All that I was, and all that I might be. Coming together here before your eyes. This me you read and know, here without disguise. To see all that I show. Tell me, can you read my heart? Can you feel my mind? Am I pure, is there a cure? Lost in what will only pass. Entranced in what was only glanced. Here for awhile, as you can tell. Praying for many who need some light. With a passion, like its my fight. Still so much I'll never understand. Seems we start out just right, Then we expand,like a freakin rubberband. Then contract back down, to say Goodnight. |
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WONDERFUL
Thank you so much for your thoughtful prayers in my time of need. Rhon |
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WONDERFUL Thank you so much for your thoughtful prayers in my time of need. Rhon |
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lol,,but maybe a really tight trim might make ya look like casanova, or brad pit,,,,lol,,but its different..... |
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