it all started out just like a dream, a brilliantly excavated part of real, inside surreal and dearly beloved... it evolved just like a palm through to a fist that's gloved, through to a hit that's blocked and re'thrown... and everything was just a series of pivotal moments in time... of movements and chimes... of verses and rhymes... but this is me at my most honest... no egos, no status, just me... still dreaming of us... but all that I can do is write and hope to God you're reading it... because these words are here for that, there's no more faking it... there's no more ways that were left untried, and no small doses... so now i'm e-mailing my love with a dozen digital roses...
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