Say things to me sweet and gentle
Mend the mental chaos binding
Me, and maybe then I will be whole.
And maybe you will have a purpose
Tender fort just hover over me.
Don’t stop to think of thoughts
And things that plot against us.
Just think of things to quench and mend us.
And slowly time will ooze along a little
Relative to you and simple me,
Kind minutes wasting in longevity.
Our paradise.
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