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I turn my face To morning chorus Of fresh breeze Of expectant shadow I hold out my hand To the space that's you In that single moment My perfect happens
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
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I turn my face To morning chorus Of fresh breeze Of expectant shadow I hold out my hand To the space that's you In that single moment My perfect happens
clair-meyrick
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
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