On days like these I wonder... what heaven might be like?
What'd heaven be on a postcard?
If on occassions of rarity, my antognizing nature, abrasive.
The danger in her eyes.
And calling from above, this wisdom of silence, held within.
Everything that consisted of language were as in dreams... happening every moment.
Here I go there.
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