Christos, I know that it is you. It is a restaurant that I have frequented, but it also sounds like a villain patriarch on a long running soap opera. I lose myself in your dream, today. Find my soul in the night and take me to a beautiful field of green grass and dance a magnetic waltz with me. All answers will be yes, as my feet lift from the ground naturally. Our energy surrounds our bodies and calls birds to lead the butterflies to my hair. I see a glamorous shot that you can have for free. Inside of me you are overwhelmed by the sadness. On my face, you can see the gladness. You are now steady, and no one can see. Be a name on a page, and I will take the holy water in a chalice and wash you clean.
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