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A jump start. Or was it heads first? Either way I found myself talking to flowers! Yeah, how high?! I, couldn't look away! A past life recurrence in just a matter of hours. Empty buildings. Full insights. In the glow of the moon. Not seeing the end was a shape of a spoon. I can't remember that walk home. Was it cold? Was I tired? Pure chance we even met, my life was inspired! The soul is deep and the mind ever deeper. Free spirits we are, but always a 'keeper'. Like A true treasure kept or the powers of a hero. I'll think of you always .... you're my one. My zero.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
A Victory of sorts.
A jump start. Or was it heads first? Either way I found myself talking to flowers! Yeah, how high?! I, couldn't look away! A past life recurrence in just a matter of hours. Empty buildings. Full insights. In the glow of the moon. Not seeing the end was a shape of a spoon. I can't remember that walk home. Was it cold? Was I tired? Pure chance we even met, my life was inspired! The soul is deep and the mind ever deeper. Free spirits we are, but always a 'keeper'. Like A true treasure kept or the powers of a hero. I'll think of you always .... you're my one. My zero.
chelle-captured
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
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