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let me perform delicate surgery sing songs of chain- saw love along your supple summer spine place the pieces of your struggling jigsaw map which match with mine... is it safe to say that I've talked you to bed for several weeks? would it be wise for me to sew your proper name into my sheets? or play your memory like a melody arranged in bits between heart- beats? well my heart's refrain repeats 'til my mouth stutters what it speaks and though the syllables get jumbled sentiments emerge complete has anyone else ever told you you're the good kind of cannot sleep?

   " Oh, where are we going, Grace? " Beck exclaimed, watching his petite girlfriend as she dragged him towards a large field. It was full of bright wild flowers and patches of cat tails and loose weeds. Grace practically danced in front him, skipping to her way to the field.   A soft smile tugged at Beck's lips as he matched her pace. Wrapping an arm around her, his head tilting down to whisper in her ear, " I'll race you to the field. " Grinning a dimpled smile, Grace accepted enthusiastically, " You're on! "   5.…4.…3...2...  " One! " They yelled in unison, smiling as they burst off to the field, just within reach. Grace