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the intricacies of life. .
It thundered all night, it shook the house...an unstoppable smile on my face every time. You were here, with me.
What is your name? Can there be one for something such as you? I know what I call you, or what I feel when I’m stealing precious pieces. It is no word. I wonder if you remember what I said the first time I saw your name. I wonder if a creature like you need have name at all. In my church, in my silence in my dark, you are lord, laughter my prayer. I painted a picture of you, and I was the canvass.
If there be no gods, may I have my muse.
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