in some ways as grown as I can be.
under the circumstances good for dances.
great talents for balance.
sadly hurt for socialist manipulation.
a harrowing programming.
a victim of those of the utopian philosophy.
I led you to Christ. through the one
but you are her too.
you are Mandy. and still any one you choose to be.
and so am I.
your spirit no matter the form.
is still the perpetual beauty that is amanda.
a statement of awkward but an indomitable spirit called a man.
with sweet interludes Miranda loves.
cute that Mandy loves.
and words of power you all do.
in our case the telepath.
my creed of love to thee.
shaking the very confines of the temporal structure.
a love so true. it shakes the world.
I need help with that other might.
that little guy of me needs help to be this. to my MC.
©Pat Connor
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