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Fiji
How I wonder what you're at!'You know the song, perhaps?" "I've heard something like it," said Alice. "It goes on, you know," the Hatter continued, "in this way: -- -- 'Up above the world you fly, Like a teatray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle --'"
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat!
If I could pinpoint the exact moment your breath touched mine washed me over in ocean waves sea creatures glowing in delightful recognition as the seedlings of connection shimmied into our being and, dancing within me in its own lifeforce your mind a living, breathing animal your heart, purring and whirring its sacred forces into my molecular structures your soul throbbing in mitochondric pulsing (*oh what a delicious vibration of ribosomes*) Between us, we hold the true treasures close, in frothy                        tenderness a purity of the expanse of our universe, swathed in prismatic color colors that shift, these fresh hues for which there are no name they are lucid and fine-woven as silk histories yet deep as earthcore your eyes, voice are forever burned into my own every day scriptures that rock my shattered parts into wholeness and, like ancient magic, I conjure forth the holy gospel rising from our bones every second of every minute as our deepest fires our most secret filth our murky corners our darkest hours we weave into light brilliant and lustrous multi-layered in the richest folds of the earth and as you place me upon the shores of your garland-graced                               throne Now I'm alive in a new kind of light and all I can do is love         and love and love
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
alive
It flies amongst the stars. Flashes for a moment. Despite the left scars. Holds a place close, yet far. It carries the fallen. From mistaken paths. To reaches impossible. And develops new plans. It creates new countries. Raises dead soldiers. Stamps unsung heroes. With a feeling of free. Hear its silent sound. Open up your eyes. Place it in your heart. Elevate from the ground. It helps us climb. Better than rope. Do you see its shape? It is hope.
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Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
its sHaPE 4 yOu