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there are places
where the Mind can not follow,
the Heart has been there,
it knows its way around, it sees, it hears, it touches
& it dances &
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it sends postcards
Hey! Baby!
chemicals artificial substances You dont need them
Hey! Baby!
I Am Your Drug You just call ˇMe!
& when You feeling when You flying like a dragon breathing out fire all high and mighty
I will breathe myself Your fire in put it out for You
all high and mighty I will pull You straight back down, Baby, dont You worry
& Hey! Baby!
when You down brooding howling
You just call ˇMe!
I will take You back high cyclone and mighty I will give You Your last and only reason to stay living - !Meˇ
You just call Me
& when You wanna in a mood, to see ˇMe! face to face
here ˇI! am Your Drug Your substance,
dozing lethal
- YourS. Truly.
as the ocean plays upon the shore an eternal & ageless song
so I shall wait for You
rocked softly within my sweet fairy dreams stories & fables tales told on Your flute to the cadence of time
are You ? suffering the lack of good & pleasurable intellectual intercourse & stimulation ?? suffer No ! More !
ok, so if You perchance dislike this hallway to my home-sight, cause You still cant figure out "what is this ? website ???" "who is this - Katrina ?",
condensed - distilled - fat free, but to keep the yummy taste - put the fat back in, The NON-Poetry Collection word-pictorial studies of the Twists In Thought
there was once an old, old wooden box with a heavy lock on it. in it were a young girl’s dreams, but she forgot where she put the key to the heavy lock
today the wooden box is on the bottom of a deep deep sea where not even the sun can see. the dreams are leaking out of the box one by one like liquid gold
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