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Winter has returned And I can feel it in my bones I can taste it in the air. Like an old friend, We pick up where we left off — With an awkward smile A touch so soft Ancient Lullabies Coddle me in my sleep. Chanting, “Once upon a time there was Chaos. And in that Darkness, The Primordial Man, The Prophetic Prometheus Fashioned Fire out of Friction, Preaching Love to the non-believers. I hurt because I feel I feel because I love I love because I am Love I love because I choose Love I love because I hurt.
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
Psalm 23
Winter has returned And I can feel it in my bones I can taste it in the air. Like an old friend, We pick up where we left off — With an awkward smile A touch so soft Ancient Lullabies Coddle me in my sleep. Chanting, “Once upon a time there was Chaos. And in that Darkness, The Primordial Man, The Prophetic Prometheus Fashioned Fire out of Friction, Preaching Love to the non-believers. I hurt because I feel I feel because I love I love because I am Love I love because I choose Love I love because I hurt.
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justoneman
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
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