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What a fantastic year 2012 has been, thus far. Since the clock struck midnight on the first night, he struck a chord in me. It's been years since I could even think of the word 'love' and not sweat in panic and fear. But now, rather burn with excitement and possible love. The lady in the hearse said that our love could make or break us. That the cold and blustery winds that made us bundle close together would be the very winds that drive us apart. We tread cautiously as we can through the graveyards of fairy tale stories and slip into the dark lit sidewalks of unknown outcomes. We are still holding each others hands. Come here. Lay with me. Drink this wine. Watch this fire burn. Let the heat of our inhibitions melt these hotel towels off of us. Talk to me. Listen to my heart as you listen to my stories. Walk down the sidewalks of our past lives and breathe me in. Be a river with me. The moss on the trees. The church bell that rings in salvation. Be a child with me. Climb under the bed into the world we made for us. And on our tongues, I love yous run into one another. Your voice cleansing my body of the ghosts that once inhabited it.
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