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I come from the sweetest lines,

hauling at the moon,

feeling the cool breeze

on my facial flesh,

as a master painter,

paint that sweet smile

in a precious face,

at times revive a lost soul or heart,

but for tonight as I sit here

in a cold chair built of cement,

today in this hour and minute,  

I decided to place my tools away,

due to the fact

that for every star

in the constellation above,

I had build a path,

yet as I reach my destination

come to a surprise,

vacant was not the term,

yet happily accompanied

read the door mat,

so as I simply stare

in the constellation,

for now I will disregard my guard,

shadows take over mind,

if you may wish,

crucify my heart,

for the glow of the moon

will not reach my soul,

my eyes won’t see the brightness of stars,

a blanket is toss to cover this beauty,

for I am the friend of term love,

yet when you search and search

then find,

yet is not for you,

you simply want to lay

lonely in the woods,

where only the dripping of water,

whistling of air is in sight,  

today in this month, date and year,

for now my words of love fade away,

so shadows feast like a beast,

for when I recover and once again,

be able to uncover the heavens as past days,

I will once again regain

my words of adoration and sweetness

-che