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The windows of a brain,
stained glass, crayon colored panes. Grow up delicate pink, candy innocent, then ruby romance speeds past an immortal red stop sign to crimson childbirth. Many years life shared, to nurture, teach, bandage a beloved family. They love, fracture, tattoo, test, and weather. Stain, varnish and seal what remains. Time was never taken to make loving memories. In the fields of midlife, tickets found for passes. Play time missed, lost love fees paid for innocent lives. Selfish dream seeking, balancing acts never work. Build then blunder towers of passionate work. Half given love, ambition, lost contact with God. The doors in a cluttered mind exist for protection, the holy kind. If you force open cloistered space, fragile pieces fall apart wildly. Scattered stories, poems lost forever in the wind. We all pay the prices when our minds fill to the point of capacity. We seek a protective shell and retreat. A cushioned womb, a spot of tea, blessed library. Bar the door, hang sanity's "Do not Disturb" sign. Precious time lost forever is never reclaimed. Lessons learned too late, are now unknown. Now you see it all like a merry-go-round. Is a simple life really sweet? Let only love pass as cobwebs fill empty spaces.
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