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Destined to be beautiful in all aspects of the term in all phrasing of the language in all use of such a highly illustrated concept Your mind construes artistic visions shown through everything that glides beneath your fingertips Your heart radiates in each breath you exhale Your spirit lives omnipotent in that growing temple you call home You race through the meadow calling for someone to "Watch me run!" "Watch me jump!" "Watch me flip!" "Watch me FLY!" And I do Child I watch you make life into everything you ever thought possible Into more than you thought possible -A © 2016 A |
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