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By Stilltraveler •

There was winter where nothing so simple as dreams of reality made love a beautiful fallacy. -- -.-- / .-.. --- ...- . / ....- / ..- / .. ... / ... - .. .-.. .-.. / ... - .-. --- -. --. / -.-- . - / .. ... / .-- .-. --- -. --. / -... / .-- . .-.. .-.. I don't know what more 2 convey about how this last race was played. I tried, I strived, I even did confide & yet I felt as though I've died. Sleep has escaped me & sporadically captures my mind. @ times it wants 2 wine & dine w/feelings that never seem 2 unwind, ever going like a peace of π, yet your the 3 & I'm the # @ the end of the ∞ strand. Still one in the same yet... and still I only wish you the best, 4 u 2 b blessed w/happiness.

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March 5, 2010 17:18Tikva

I've nightly dreamed of a life with you,
Marriage, children, and a little goat, too,
Seemingly perfect, but too different to be,
I only hope that someday you can see,
I never meant to hurt, though I know you don't agree
I couldn't dream, you made me dream again,
Everything seemed different, I thought you were the one,
Let us both find our way and maybe be friends on the way?