Wishful Thinking

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I will always love you in the way that the insomniac  dreams of sleep. 
Standing at the top of this hill, I sit, stand, and laugh at hell, Thinking, "What a perfect reflection we see of ourselves."   With respect, "I know it may seem cold to say just what I see,
I have no doubt that you mean well But I have a hard time hearing over the swell
swift, the river current kills  while younger and younger kids taking pills  all that matters is a manly thrill  a new born baby lying still; but this was of our own free will  A mother left the child to die
I miss you so much it hurts or maybe i miss what we use to have, I use to think the phrase "i love you to much it hurts" wasnt true, but as I can see thats the definition of how im feeling.
I love you so muc
Autumn. With hands bearing no harm.
I blamed myself. my seeds too low.
All the eyes surrounding. broken.
Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind I have nt slept since the last I saw of them I long for them, I long for their master Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine
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