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July 8, 2010

My ego you have crafted
Hand carved
With weavings so delicate and perfect
Written With a pen so fine
Of infinite moments in time
Of conversations
Mixed with tinted temperment
Painted with the science
Of astrology, chronology
And biology
So perfect is each moment
That I can only bless myself
As your chariot
A container of dreams
And cosmic science experiments
Loving you
Wishing for you
As only “I” can.

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