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I thank the maker for this moment. A view so potent. Endless waters kissing a setting sun. And as the stars begin their dance, And the moon, her serenade. I break down my latest gift, And sift. In hope of finding the perfect high. Because I lost her once before, And now she's the hardest thing to find.
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
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I thank the maker for this moment. A view so potent. Endless waters kissing a setting sun. And as the stars begin their dance, And the moon, her serenade. I break down my latest gift, And sift. In hope of finding the perfect high. Because I lost her once before, And now she's the hardest thing to find.
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25/M/Philadelphia
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
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