Convulsive Resonance

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In thoughts of you,

i have many doubts,

of my loyalty to you,

and other thoughts,

that have little or no consequence,

to my feelings of you,

you my dear,

are the apple of my eye,

the darling of my heart,

the reason for my life,

you nourish my soul,

becoming grand,

bubbling up,

from the depths,

screaming up,

into the blue sky,

and then may it never wither,

or fall into what is called,

convulsive resonance….

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