My dear Thalia,

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o sweet lips of your trials,

which conforms and forms my past.

o sweet kisses of tribulations,

that of a table of my consential gluttony of miserable fruits i keep eating.

o sweet legs of trepidations,

how your tragic love makes me. . .

Wiser, stronger, strengthens due to the fact that,

In him i will be loved,

In him i will be blessed,

In him i am not denied,

That when I do not deter my trust, belief and unyielding faith.

I know my lovely Thalia, sweet seductress, I can be,

Will you be mine,

Can you say two pm , today….

same time as always…

near that place, 

hmmmm, oh yah baby.

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