Not loving is a letting go.Listen,The terrain around hereIsFar tooDangerousFor That.
Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,Don't always agree it's real,Even with my feet upon itAnd the postman knowing my doorMy address is somewhere else.
The heart is aThe thousand-stringed instrumentThat can only be tuned withLove.
LoversDon't tell all of theirSecrets.They mightCount each other's molesThat reside in the shyRegions,Then keep that tally strictlyTo themselves.God and IHave signe a contractTo be even more intimate t...
I should not make any promises right now,But I know if youPray
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