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I don’t want us to be a comfort inn ending
I want to be your effortless beginning
Your static free vision 
For a future 
I dream out loud.. silent thoughts
 And I yell them through signs 
The language is.. more so… A Morse code between our souls. 
Compared to all things. You are wonderful. 
Even though in a belated fashion 
My compassion is the same or greater
It’s 1:42 and I’m missing you 
Listening to ta-ku 
The jazz like blues 
Makes me misty blue. 
I just hope you can hear me 

Jay G