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Where the Imagination Speaks for Itself. com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. The Me that I am Now.

Mystic Poetry, Reflections and Confessions. We value ideals more than dollars,. We stay up late around the fire,. When the moment is ripe,. When the moon is full and bright,. And the embers are glowing just so,. We become the wind and starlight. The crazy thing is,.

Fumble with sight, words, intentions. Stooped and drunk with power,. Figures too far to recognize. Darting eyes pass through blocks of time. Partial to the bland sentiment. A forced glance over glassy gaze,. Bearing weight with pride and confused cynicism,. The front line of the game,.

It seems a worthless waste. In a fight I will eventually lose. My endurance is simply shot. I will give up every written word to have you in my arms again. Never a thought of illusion to have your lips and hips. Her heart broke in two at the thought of the end.

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