Can you hear me darling,
Can you hear me honey,
Can you hear me baby,
I'm here to stand next to you.
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I'm writing the recovery.
A formula that once again brings things together.
I can still hear it in my mind.
How can this be?
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Speaking straight from the heart.
When your world falls apart, who do you turn to?
Who is your angels with wings?
With every new day comes a new mystery that needs solving.
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The joy of writing the unwritten.
A call to the pages of the forgotten.
Torn back and ripped away.
Ideas floating though time and space.
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A favor for favor.
Trades eliminate non-existence needs.
The bartering of proceeds.
Self sufficient, self reliant.
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Entrap enslave,
Even the slightest bounce betrays.
Pretenders.
The would be defenders.
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To answer what love does for you.
It is in the question itself.
A completion, as two souls become one.
Like opposites they a attract.
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She walked away,
And I don't care,
Left me on the altar and I don't care.
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I don't need you to understand.
Please don't ask me to explain it again.
We left that very night traveling by the road of the stars.
The timing was right, the timing was perfect.
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Tonight I would like to describe something so great and not so hypothetical.
But that is impossible.
It is like describing myself, with scraggly knotted hair, with the baldness slowly creeping up past my face. To the mustache that so unevenly hangs, when is the last time I trimmed that damn thing. To the burly beard that trys to overgrow everything else from the big ears on down.
See what fun, with a smirk you would never even notice even if you were looking directly at me.
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