So angelic,
feeling so unnecessarily, awkward.
Ann Marie, can’t you see?
You’re my kindred.
Your spirit is all we need.
Can’t you see?
Ann Marie?
You belong,
special lady,
belong with me and all the unseen.
I know I’m not enough at times,
not always a good time.
But you, Ann Marie, still see me.
Its all the same Ann Marie.
Can’t you see, through the shit flowers?
We’re meandering but plowing right through.
It’s all the same.
They’re all the same
but so are we.
We all bleed.
You’re above it all, Ann Marie.
It’s all the same,
the love and the hate
but your light-years ahead.
Can’t you see Ann Marie?
I admire you so.
Dawning Creations 
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