February 21, 2008
By Michael Palacio, El Paso, TX

I'm dreaming about you right now... Your sweet gentle lipson mine. The lips that make me forget the past and yearn for the future... Your sweet scent is like, a million perfect unthorned roses that never dry and never die...Perfect... Thats a word that never falls from my lips, but when it comes to you it's perfection at it's finest. Love is here now, it's no longer a myth or lie... it exists and I may have never found it if it hadn't been for you...the dream that will never come. you only exist when my eyes are closed... You are the beautiful drem that ends with a nightmare... The nightmare begins when I open my eyes and realize you only exist in a perfect world and and life isnt perfect so tyou dont exist at all.

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