Ann,
by love i mean that cloudy place
that overshadows normal thinking;
that daydream state;
floating castle
where the carebears
carve their magic kingom;
where my little ponies
on wings, flutter by;
and everything is
rainbow brite.
violin bow;
scratching your voice
upon my heart;
smooth echoes,
savory swollen
rounds of sounds;
bleeding out all
trace of pain
with vibrant,
golden rays.
Super Hero.
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