
Dearest me; dearer to anyone is my self, dearer to any self is me, dear as the beginning of an impersonal letter I address to no other dear than my dear me.
She stares at me, the rose you learned the definition of hindrance; I purposely toss myself about to prepare myself for her entrance. I did make a home for you I share with my beloved; he sits on a crimson elongated silk bed with rest facing purple as the center of our lofted disembodiment. I do this for you; I see you everywhere. The only path to you is through the garden.
My body is food for her eyes it seems; I never considered myself a plate for restaurant menus. If there was a waiter he would remove her from our humble servitude. If there was a waitress she would scowl at his plaid to bow tie suits while showing him the back door.
Regardless we discussed the ultimatum; I will go through the sequence to join you. This being the set of nightmares which you maybe caught. There is where I will meet you.
"He gnaws on the bone a tad...."
"Who?"
"The shirt you wear...."
"He's a puppy?"
"Yes...."
"He must be adorable."
"Do you want to be his bone?"
"He will gnaw on me instead?"
"Yes...."
"What if I enjoy it too much?"
"That's why it cannot be a dream."
"Then I cannot be with him."
"We did something you would of not agreed....."
"Shit......so you're in trouble huh?"
"Yeah it's worth it too."
"I blame myself...."
"No you can't blame yourself for this; you can enjoy it as we do."
"What did you do?"
"You will find out."
"I did something too."
"Shit...."
"Yeah.....we're going down together."
"We're in the same shit."
I shall not divulge to my dearest our dear shit; in due of the moment we will be in deep.
Seems as though this is not deep enough. I wish to give her my home I made on the blasted mountain a meteorite scorned for hell's entertainment.
I am in favor of the shit right now. I wish to give to her my home I made on a block of riots black panthers prowled as angels.
"How am I a bone?"
"You're soft on the outside just a layer, tough on the inside, solid as dependability, and well...."
"Okay that's enough."

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