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Today I don't believe in love at first sight. It's been replaced by lust; a look of stalking prey without any real understanding of "who" but rather "want." I must have believed in it when I met you millions of years ago-- our eyes synced together, and for only a passing moment we must have grokked each other-- forging an early link in the chain called our timeline through the fire within our molten third eyes, binding our spirits together in the metal with lightning from our hearts and a hammer of certainty as we saw each new life we were to live had us meeting all over the world, from Denmark to ancient Mexico to Egypt to The Light past the darkest parts of outer space. That's the only explanation that makes sense, why I don't believe in it today, because it's already happened ages ago.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
Our First Glimpse
Today I don't believe in love at first sight. It's been replaced by lust; a look of stalking prey without any real understanding of "who" but rather "want." I must have believed in it when I met you millions of years ago-- our eyes synced together, and for only a passing moment we must have grokked each other-- forging an early link in the chain called our timeline through the fire within our molten third eyes, binding our spirits together in the metal with lightning from our hearts and a hammer of certainty as we saw each new life we were to live had us meeting all over the world, from Denmark to ancient Mexico to Egypt to The Light past the darkest parts of outer space. That's the only explanation that makes sense, why I don't believe in it today, because it's already happened ages ago.
for Summer Breeze.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
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