you would know I am a giver to a fault
that I am settled and content and ridiculously happy
my dreams are in color and I waken to gasps of comprehensions and unveilings that come thru these dreams
I no longer wander the earth looking for love. I am setting still and finding it where I am
I find "cyber slappers" akin to bands of bullies who rally together to make their feasting off others more fun
that I would trade it all in for one more try
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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