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My intentions are virgin as falling snow,
Clear as the country air blows.
Divine in all intent praying
For the ones that who are hell bent.

I see through the glass
That is not there.
I see the dream that was never dreamed.
Overstanding is an aquired taste.
You confused from glancing at my orignal face.

Speaking a tongue that was never heard,
Making sounds that are not words.
Seeing places from 10,000 miles away,
Like I was just there yesterday.

Talking to you without a phone,
Easily said then done from a differant state.
Trully exquisite without an email,
How it was done only time will tell.

Pure as the book that was never writen,
Pure as the knowledge never touched.
Deep within a tomb is where I rest,
Covering the walls and the pharoahs chest.

A thousand years still uncovered,
Like the abyss of the ocean floor never caressed.
Holding thoughts all to myself,
That my mind don't know only my spirit.

If you was connected from the inside you could hear it.
Even though you are not trully intouch with your spirit.
Hug felt through the night time air,
Searching for her but noone is there.

Living off a country road,
My nearest neighbor is 5 miles away.
I till my own land and farm everyday.
No artificail flavors or perservatives.

Now they wonder for 250 years how did I live,
A secret that will be never told.
For secrets only a mute can unfold.
The pictures only a blind man can see.

Please don't think I am conceited,
Just because I don't want you to hold me.
I love to cuddle when the time is right,
Only the thoughts of you I want to keep....
Pure!

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