Subtle War
How might I compose the mystery of my quarreling; that I may absolve the full measure of distance within the present hour, where time is but a compass that leads to all that has become magical in you.
Might forever be found in that place, that I may walk upon those eternal embers kindled anew;
blindly loving with eyes for no other shall I seek hastily and readily again shall they burn for thee,
with the bearing heat of more than a thousand suns.
Alfredo Gonzales (c)
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