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The very night seems tangible; something grasped, But only in memory. It is interwoven with time, emotions. It is threaded tight, forever tied to her very thoughts, her very core. She won’t ever let it go.
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
The Very Night.
The very night seems tangible; something grasped, But only in memory. It is interwoven with time, emotions. It is threaded tight, forever tied to her very thoughts, her very core. She won’t ever let it go.
Do you sometimes feel like you can reach out and touch, feel, grab an exact moment? That your fists can be full of clouds, of stars? Do you? Cause I do. Sometimes.
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25/F/Winnipeg, Canada
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
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