About a year ago. After I had a dream about this, here. Before I came to my senses, in Utah. I built a tall house with no keys there. I wanted everybody to fit in it. Everyone well met welcome and gone. It was just not big enough. People kept breaking in, entering and stealing from it. Although, I could never give enough away. Anyways. What if anything could I have done on my own, alone or all by my lonesome—even beside myself with so much love? All the while, I could not give enough. However I wish I may and, wish I might. No matter how much I profess; protect, provide—everything but. Save but for what, Love… a love a way from Love. In actual reality, it was a only nightmare. I guess I just got woke. American Dreams Deferred.
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