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in the early morn of day comes a piercing shaft of light upon the platform placed, prepared for settling (and for planting) it takes a while for things to reach a fine state of maturity yet things reach state of bliss when arable thoughts become real and the day shines bright on the one who comes to pick the rose which grows slow and steady awaiting the fleeting brush of fingertips to graze this quivering soul
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
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in the early morn of day comes a piercing shaft of light upon the platform placed, prepared for settling (and for planting) it takes a while for things to reach a fine state of maturity yet things reach state of bliss when arable thoughts become real and the day shines bright on the one who comes to pick the rose which grows slow and steady awaiting the fleeting brush of fingertips to graze this quivering soul
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
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