Ever drops of Mountianess
Summer day moontimes,
Evening sets of Fountianess
of daylight night spoon times,
The lifeless love of childress
and hopeful maze of prime,
In morning gliss
and suffering
in lifelong breedless times,
Teardrops, what we kiss the most
in drive felt blood as mimes.
This is where we center most
in loving ways we strive.
*Never give up, were getting there, I Love you Collin
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