My love in the dream you were already speaking

I was too shocked to make any one of my tired speeches listen.

That's a rare thing for me.

Send. me.

Sunlight touches on the plants that I've been torturing. Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before your face lights in recognition.

I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from

some body was so much for me not real I only managed to stay smile by making giants out of

strangers to the chaos I can see.

A hall afternoon you inhale, every bouquet you meet.

Come to think of it, the dream was a nightmare with no one who knew me just then.

You were there to foot tall and old bear you took my hand and introduced me to every body.

I watched as you were named on that mid-February morning.

I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from

so badly was so much for me.

Now I feel I only managed to stay small

by making giants out as strangers through the chaos I can see.

All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet.

I have to stop myself and it I am happy.

There is love that doesn't have to do with taking

something from somebody

was so much for me not

till I only managed to stay small

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