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Carol,

I've approached this clearing with caution... These women aren't real..I see it as clear as the back of my hand...it's been so long since we made love... It's been so long since I made love....still I've had many lovers since we parted ways... Women from other countries, ethnicities, races... You color the words how you will...either by sheer will... Or dressed in sheer dresses... Maybe I'm searching for answers in all the wrong places... Searching for answers in my soul... Or just deep in this fresh soil....leave now this inner turmoil.. Or bury it deep deep down inside...castles made of sand rest at these tired feet...reshaped dreams... Or a warped sense of reality...no matter how we think of each other some truths remain the same... Obvious or just oblivious....righteous or reckless...tomorrow always holds mystery... Waiting on a tomorrow that never comes...sometimes it comes to soon... Are we now ancient history?....love stories with no happy endings....every time I think I may break...the  further I continue to bend...a twisted fairytale... Truth mixed with a touch of fiction... Yearning mixed with addiction... A thorough depiction... A planted seed... The writing on the wall... Do you care to read? Dark shadows always hold strong...sleep easy now my dark princess.. May we meet again in our dreams... The reality of those night escapades have escaped me... This past summer I had to pinch myself to know whether or not I was awake or sleeping...a false image of perfection... Can you imagine?... Way to picky not just with these words...dear lady time is short we only have time for a quicky....model types..s types...much to say about nothing.. In the end they're all just hype... It Really doesn't impress me much..every time I think I've bridged the gap between space and reality... I jump further into space.. Or my own reality.... Is this real or fantasy? or just another space?... My love.. My lady... I've seen all types.. Touched all types..the type men would kill for.. To be with...to touch... Or not to be without.. Still in the end it's nothing special.. Special at the time? Yes...then time passed...in this reality or space... Then the vastness comes... Well... Comes and goes... Same fucking story.. Who really cares to read?... The true diaries of Don Jaun Demarco... Or just here till dawn.. Whichever comes first...sunrises, sunsets.. I must leave soon dear lady please don't be upset....a gravity that holds no weight....will one ever find love again? Maybe he never touched love... Or maybe every time he touched one.. He touched love...For a minute or 2 he fell in love again and again... We could make a list of pros and cons... But who wants to be an x...or be locked away in some dark place? with other xcons?...My love... My lady... I often wonder... Will I ever see London again?...will I ever see you?....will I ever see the rising sun? What about the setting moon?...my love it's all finally settled in... Much like the final act... Was this a beautiful play.. Or all just a beautiful act?... Jv