came with slight jest and hearts repose,
rendered within a beautiful day,
same breath,
broke skin to place myself on paper,
lost on the threads of memories beginning,
playing on your still lines, given to gay verse,
then many eyes wander upon me,
all my senses are known, maybe not all the things i have dreamed,
but those special moments remembered,
in darkness or light, wrote words soft, bleak or slight,
made together, for and about some strangeful muse,
you, and upon some lips i place my words,
within you, i find someone beautiful,
you are,
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