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In whispers, in time and in meadows of
crossing to another, waiting to see someone not taking plastic steel
words of such ways. Echoes and bangs..
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Beginning to feel like a funeral home andseeing thememories running around my torn yet callus feetwhich has become an area which old lovers and old p..
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Are you home or should I leave the door open soyou can come crawling in? A simple plan I made before running through the fields of nights Hearing run..
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In the most of breathing mist by things we used to catch, the ways of setting freedom slowly closing the eyelids one by one, voicing the emotion over ..
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The composure and the possession of things we cannot keep forever, no matter how much we love.
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Running away, to believe it's a good choice to rejoice
Being in the garden where I used to work, can be away from the things I hold close,
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The Dragon-fly drawing a photo finish. All I can do is stare, nothing more than convalescing things.
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Love that awaits to cast upon your soul and being completed in this universe.
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Perpetuation of journeys we pass along the way of saying goodbye and looking outward to see what consisting waves bring in for a reflection, to show w..
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In that moment you realize you would do anything to help a bird fly with broken wings.
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