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Day dreams, night lakes

Here’s what I’ve learned since you’ve been gone,

It’s takes a special type of person to love people like us.

We’re not anything anyone has ever experienced.

& at are best we these special people with ability love people like you and I.

But are worst we aren’t the best people.

… but even then we’re still more fit together than we’ll ever be with anyone else.

And because of this I can only be at my best when I’m with you.

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Delusions of grandeur

There’s a world outside of Philly I know nothing about

I’ll get there one day, I haven’t a doubt

The sun shines brighter

The loads a little lighter

The smiles are welcoming

and there aren’t any selfish schemes

Time doesn’t exist

Neither does fear

Life in full bliss

I’ll find it somewhere

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Unprovoked love affair

I’ve done nothing to influence your fall

But I’ll do everything to express myself

Because the love I possess is overwhelming

I try to mask it but it seeps through my pores

and engulfs everyone around me

protecting them from themselves

However I no longer want to be a hiding place for bruised soulS

Or spend my life putting together broken hearts.

There has to be more to life than being able to say you’ve figured someone out.

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Joe’s monologue

Every now and again I find myself searching for your face in a crowd.

“snap out of it” I tell myself

“You have places to be and people to meet”

So I go on,

satisfied that I no longer have to analyze our twisted love story.

Then we meet again.

Always In that place where time doesn’t exist.

But you’re never quite who you are in my dreams and loving me seems to be nightmare for you.

Yet every night I smell scents of your perfume in the wind.

Either you’re elusive or I’m delusional.

Blinded by deception or hiding my obsession.

With ever scar I feel a little more alive.

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The water cycle

When we Feel the warmth of compassion it allows us to embrace the comfort of belonging.

These moments of peace help us give in to our inclinations to submit and allow us to express the emotions that we -most times -can not explain.

Let’s exercise those freedom which cannot be bought and Encourage ourselves to explore the transcendent euphoria that is stillness.

I believe that if we are successful that these moments will last an eternity . For if the ocean is in the sky then life is a circle.

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