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A love note to my past future
And if by all I’m to believe one day my wounds would heal and I will see God!
Until then I would lie on ma back
To run hopes dry against the singeing heats,
When love is too bitter still
And making demands still
But if I am to believe that love lasts forever
Surely I’ll be drunk like mad or otherwise drugged
With melded bits and pieces of convincing toxins
Gobbling me from deep within; surely I’ll be out of mind!