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As He Lies Dying
As he lies dying.
Twitching...spazzmaing...
Still no release.
His soul is in limbo.
Intertwining...as he waits...
To be free.
Of this shell he calls a body...
Never realizing what will be...
The second realm of beings...
So beautiful...so free...
Of ANY PAIN OR ANGUISH.
Free to be....
Just be.
Your, and mine entity,
Will collide...
And you all will see...
What I have spoken before...
You will delight,
In Everlasting youth...
And Love...
I have been on this journey before...
Yet, I chose more.
Heard a faint cry from my baby...
Chose to meet her...
Chose to be with her...
This all has lead me...
To my writing soul mate...
Who is the only person...
Who actually understands me.
My thoughts cry out to him...
I yearn to speak with him...
Again...and again....and again.
You are within me...
What you write...
Deepens me...
Sometimes, I blush...
Butterflies in my gut...
Waiting for the next poem...
That only My eyes will ever know.

Thank you my beautiful friend...
MichAel...You R A True Friend....
Xxxxxxxooooookisses



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