Why. Why. Ad infinitum. Christ when I laid in your arms, I made a wager with the devil and all those in between. A crystal clear promise committed to my mind," I shall remember this feeling forever...drink in the sound of your breath, swallow your arms over mine, all is like water/moonlight/rain...so important to remember because I know it will end. It surely did, but allow me to illustrate that gorgeous garden, just before dawn with the world at our feet. Now that is history, a memory. ........years will go through us like gossamer children, and all will just happen there is no point in stemming...yet I know when I die I shall dive into this memory because it's the most perfectly sacred scarred and damaged treasure of my soul.
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