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WE MAY NEVER KNOW OF IT AGAIN
They often talk about making love being divine..
My soul talks to me and that may be fine..
But my body is in the wrong place and time ..
My memory has an annoying habit to remind ..
Not always perfection is so easy to escape the grind ..
To have everything in perfect rhyme ..
Becoming more difficult ..
Of late more so in all of time ..
Memories fill dreams to as if seduce a mind ..
But time is of numbers counted and so much the crime ..
Doubtful hearts bodies and souls ..
Mostly only dream of love and making love ever so divine ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2017

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• lineweaver

  Mon Mar 06 07:51:08 UTC 2017
  Really like the first stanza.