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For me, the songs are always there.Not from an electronic device, there.Some have an extra tinge of memory, sad and or happy.So, I can't help myself.W..
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This is when I enjoy writing.Place is dim.Crimson and Clover plays.Stroke your hair.Sorry, just thinking.
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Sorry, I tend to be vague.Only a glimpse.Something you sawWhat did you seeTell usBring in the cameras
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I had fifteen minutes.But they started asking questions.Trying to share a creation. Now that can stop me.I know what feels natural.Show is never on st..
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Never.Each has to balance the others. and i hate the limitations dreams beyond control of the dreamer
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The coyote was sitting there, and you did not notice.How do you miss that?Walking path, right beside.From my view, fifty feet away, waiting for the li..
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I know, not the most original title.I don't want a smile expected.I need to see the one of relief. the one hidden.One cherished.One I can echo.
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I try to add a swirl.I don't know how the sands will mix.I just want to change what I see.Too many blues of misfortune, mixed with emerald avoidance.S..
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It stops me.I may have heard it wrong.Memories and glimmers.Tale a moment. bask in the light.
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Playing some Carl Orff
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