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  Jul 8 Traveler
The Romantic
Humid air
middle of the summer
every dog and child happy to be outside
surrounded by hippies and
cheap speakers playing rock ‘n’ roll
along the river in front of us were small ferries
I can't remember what happened yesterday but
I recall the feeling of when I first saw you
turning around slowly to glance at
who I didn't know
will spend the rest of my life
dancing in back of my mind
there
was the woman whom I didn't know
will always I desire
the very, only wanted one
never will I ever have.
Memories are sometimes deadly
Savor the first days you meet.. & cut 🎬
Since birth
I have been
God ******
by original sin.

No clean slate
**** fresh start.
blackened soul
a Devil's heart.
  Jul 8 Traveler
Hex
She seemed like someone who I was looking for my whole life,
But who knew she was like something we call a knife.
Each day I watch her walk with him, a silent scar,
Smiling like moonlight, yet feeling so far.
And here I stay—cut by hope, from just behind the bar.
I saw faith through the window,
A holy light burning in the trees,
So under the rug,
I brushed my sin,
A chance to repent again.

For some it may be an old street light,
Though for I,
It was nigh,
I see a new life,
Echoing in the storms of night.
I was gazing through the window when I saw a street light, bended by the trees into a sigil of strength for us in these hard times. We can rest sound knowing the light is coming, that darkness has had its day, and it’s time for us to take the throne of Nótt. To set fire to this temple, walking out burnt, but ready to rebuild.
A tension that filled this Welsh air
A wait so long, 16 years if I'm exactly fair
My stomach stirring in the depth of below
The call from the bushes, then onto Hello
Cracking setlist, a comeback performance
No fighting on stage, sadly banterless
An oasis of calm
Just their mancunian charm
No strops to be thrown
No shouting or even king of their throne
An understanding of flying the dove
Peace,
unity,
brotherly love

OASIS

JJB
  Jul 6 Traveler
Blue Sapphire
Those who know

the art of giving

are the ones

who know the

true meaning of living.
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