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I propose a toast to you a drink from the top of your delicate head to the base of your soulful feet I found you right in the center of the eye the deluge of you carried me higher clear across the barren sky as if we were supposed to crash into each other But Only material things get ugly aging while we become this strange phenomena wanton and as wild as the naked wind upon the thirst of our eager  chapped lips
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
We of Soul
I propose a toast to you a drink from the top of your delicate head to the base of your soulful feet I found you right in the center of the eye the deluge of you carried me higher clear across the barren sky as if we were supposed to crash into each other But Only material things get ugly aging while we become this strange phenomena wanton and as wild as the naked wind upon the thirst of our eager  chapped lips
ladyofire
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
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