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To M.M. with Love

Sun blazing down, rain pouring down

Sun glistening off the sea, reflected in our seams.

Seams from you

Seams from me

Biding us together

Hopefully forever

Soul to soul

Palm to palm

You and me, hope we will always be

Finger pointed; statements retracted

Game being blamed, but continuously burning the flame

Weeks come, us always holding on to,

Dreaming to survive another

Hoping you will forever be my lover

I loved you then; normal chinos made sky-high

High is what I feel; love you create.

Love that dominates

Hearts conflicted

Confliction ruling.

Always pending

Never ending

Confliction prevails

Our hearts detained

I would rather die alone than spend a day without the one I call my own for this would be our fate, should we continue to procrastinate

I loved you then; normal chinos made sky-high

High is what I feel; love you create.

Love that dominates 'till that day, when all is gone,

I will continue loving you like the sea as you love KFC.-

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