Sunday, April 8, 2012

The Post-Traumatic Ego



          Beat on like a stone under the coming tide,i search for your physical love but it does not abide.in the spaces and places that my eyes glide.
         To give yourself freely and lovingly is the most beautiful thing you can do.to act atop of me altruistically allowing me to love you munificently would bring me out this Bavarian blue.
       Come see about me.here i am.pierced by your beauty.i am a song wrote for your eyes only.
      Soul  deeply affected, and filled with tears. loneliness well placed as the wet behind elegant cat ears. we need something more than method of least squares.we need like it was authorized shares. 
       A Great Life A Legacy of Love And those physical expressions were indicative of the singularly greatest thing I appreciate. we loved.
      Mines is a familiar story. The developed common mornings glory.leem of a Miracle.
     A Secret Promise Kept. ensure that no-one can intercept.long nights of overslept.
     what happened to our Simple Gesture.
    Ours remains A Story of Hope.Not easily washed away with liquid soap.we were remote;controlled yet free of...ours is A Test of Love.













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