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why am i so remote from heaven and her loving embrace? the material plane is a harsh one, no one to love, no where is home, no signs of life beyond the opressive void with chains of gravity everpresent to disallow one from simply flying away, away from a prison of sorrow and lonlieness that envelopes he who lives under the blue sky remote from paradise and her most precious gift, love.

but our love is a fractured and broken path weathered by the weaknesses we can't seem to loose ourselves from thus we find trouble trudging through the mire, so that we can meet eachother on the other side licked by the rain pouring on our bridge then by the sunshine that turns the page in our lives so we can kiss again, rebuild love from the foundations, plant new seeds, go away together and live beyond the regrets of this world.