Oh, my mighty faithfuls, how I have missed you when you were here and will still miss you as long as you stay. I hope you never leave, for I will not think of you once you have gone away. It is the aesthetic properties of everything dusty and filled with the love of one thousand cherubs, and not of those lonely small chubby kind but of the beautiful kind. The beautiful kind who keep their eyelashes heavily weighted with mascara, so black and the like solid wings of the eyes. They sing for you "alata, alata. Alata, now you have come we will never be alone and will always miss you. i want to kiss you by the fireplace", singing 'Oh the Lady Swan, Mangela' at the tips and tops and pops of your voices.
I don't know if I could ever love you like you love yourself but I know that I will try, romance is the only colour left in the spectrum you can see, as I mentioned before you exist here only aesthetically but not soulfully or mentally. I pity you but therefore I pity me and we can pity together.

but in this we will rise on a feather of love and amazement, high above our own place's endings and our fur-clad, systematic but some how free and cloth-eared landing sites of Psyche and her opening half of loving heart.

do not mistake me for who I am. Cool down the flowery breeze, the breeze of capucines is much to warm and it catches deep with the air and soft coughing life. Curled up in the breast of the lady he sang "Never leave me, for I know how you miss me when I am here. If you leave me I shan't link back to the main theme for a humourous moment within what seemed unrecognisably like what it was". This was not sung so much as said, and said in tones that should not be heard for if they were the ear would have to drip and deepen itself to levels unknown and lift itself to levels untouched.

istillloveyouwhereeveryouarewhoeveryou are.

I hope I never meet you incase I leave you.
But I love you.
Save me from something,
Even if you are saving me from myself
I want you, the helpless,
to save me, the hopeless,
I want to feel your chest rumbling as the moonlight shines on me and you hum a melody.
I want you to leave. I want you to leave me alone.
I want to be alone with my own rumbling chest,
humming a song you taught me.

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I am back, I had a great time.

I was in County Kerry, in The Maharees.

I met a wonderful girl called Rhona.

I'll see you in two weeks.