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IT’S TOMORROW!!!! 
More to come later…
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I’ve got a bit of a problem:
It’s not tomorrow yet.
I’ll get to see the one I love in a short amount of time.. hmm eight hours? nine? nine.
What a shame that time without her can’t merely pass.
Ooh that sounds good I’ll use that.
Anyway, exam week is next week, and Heaven knows I’m not ready… I think I should probably just peruse the dictionary instead. I want to have fun, after all.
I did my One Year Bible reading this morning, the way I’m supposed to.
For the first time in a long time.
French… gosh. I need to.
Gosh I hate Chemistry.
Oh, well.
Auf + Wieder x Sehen = Cu
p#und
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i enter her number too quickly for the system to recognise
and in deepest sobriety i, missing kisses, now agonize.
i send her a message describing my everlong love for her.
i wonder if all i am is enough for her.
#call call call#
her unavailability quite the effective missile,
i eagerly wait for what her next kiss’ll
bring to my soul.
–
please press pound
but O dear lover
if you shall ever
let me down
take my hand
hold it tight; quite close
and be thus verbose:
“you’re mine and
i love you.”
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your sweet, soft lips a maritime
reminder of a rarer time
rare here meaning not too often–
o, come closer, feel me soften
i below your p’rusing eye,
you below the watchful sky,
we below a pash’nate blanket
we shall her etern’lly lie.
you shall ever be my lover,
i shall love you ’till i die.
Happiness is a loved heart.
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I’ve never been happier in my life.
And I can tell this is the kind of happiness that lasts for years and years.
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Nothing more to say!
A “beginning”, if you will.
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Dear World,
How are you?
It’s been quite a while since we’ve spoken.
Of course, I’ve only just created this blog… but perhaps this one will continue 
I haven’t done much of anything today.. I slept in.. and yesterday I had an inflamed tonsil. (?)
I wrote a poem today. Would you like to read it? See Rose.
I’ll in all probability write a few more poems, add the rest of them on this wordpress, and read a bit of Ulysses or some other novel I’ve never started.
If/when I ever finish a book, I’ll post a review on it.
Goodbye now.
Rose
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How odd that he, by floral means
Can overthrow my hopeful dreams
Of making happiness for you
An accomplishment of mine.
How dumb my lips appear to be
Whene’er our moments, shared by he,
Are decomposed in such completion
That you, to cope with the disastrous emotion he brought you,
Smile.
But oh, how false it is to say
That speechless am I. In my own way
I’ve formed a trillion things that,
Though beautifully wrought,
Inside the mind and mouth of such a brokenhearted
Lover as am I
Stay.
I watch your fingers grasp its stem
And see your eyes turn upon him
And here I stand, mouth gaping wide,
At what’s become of future bride.
My plan a mess, my life its match,
He performs a defiant snatch
Of you from me. And you perform, into
His hands a vanishing act. You torment who
Loves you more than any other.
I’ve never had mine eye of mind
Shut quite as tightly as behind
The two of you in joy and tranquility.
I perform a defeated hush
So you will never hear or see the lush,
Cool, and everlong love I’ve only ever offered you.
After, through, and above all,
Your happiness.
The appreciation then exposed
Upon your face and lips deposed
Me so entirely
That recuperation will presumably arrive delayed.
It’s quite unambiguous to me that
Somehow I’m derisory.
How bitter is the rose to me.
And yet how beautiful to thee.
Pity.
