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easy as it comes to my thinking mind,
the day it stops never to the way its designed,
crafted over years in solitude of the rooms dim light,
thinking while staring at stars through the window at night,
to now while i sit in solitude thinking still,
pulsing brain of pressure reaching its fill,
to soon snuggle my head and heart beating in my chest,
while i sit with never opening a bible used as an arm rest,
the dog snores loud but i drown it in music i listen to,
not feeling the bugs bite until after they flew,
as my other self sits looking back while blinking an eye,
the joy of his wings gliding while i press keys to make him fly,
perhaps annoying sometimes when i over tell parts of my book,
building up the momentum to give those in it a look,
bringing them closer to know the character i see,
just including you all is just how it must be,
its a thank you for being my close loving friend,
and will continue on even after the books end.