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Successfully Rehabilitated

I have succeeded

and achieved my apogee

of emotional sobriety 

All smiles for all the while,

Won't you let me make you laugh?

Throwing away all those

forged TV romances has

broken the strings of the cross

You can see it there, it's lying in the dirt. 

Let's break it apart and make a fire. 

My concept of love has exploded

I see love in everything; what 

I had twisting inside of me

was a very nasty serpent; not love.

True love won't suffocate you like

some terrible disease; true love is

conversation marred with wit

True love is what I've been given 

by all those I've been blessed to meet. 


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