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Your blowing my mind Allowing my imagination to be expanded Into thoughts of you Floating to the sky Slowly deflating back to its beginning by Sticking a needle into each phrase Appearing from nowhere With a string tied to one end Your hand on the other Tugging my words From the inner depths of my soul Lighting candles to illuminate the darkness into Genesis 1:3 , and The now visible syllables are rearranged into hypnotic sentences Appearing in a multitude of colorful paragraphs That begin its metamorphosis into a novel of ideas While ballooning portions of aged time transformed by decades of memorable conversations Has allowed us to celebrate our oneness Happy on the birth of days being born continuously for you and I To child our future into old age