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The night between 6 and 7 Has a magical power. First, it came as a nightmare separating my body & soul. I used to float above my body Asking for help. Running in the midnight Trying to fix the balance, I saw a slight change in her eyes. November, everybody was there like 6 and 7. December revealed the truth and January was a teacher of a source of love. February, in a fairy tale March, a treasure box and April showed me what to appreciate. In every 6 and 7, I’ve had so many teachers— like a conversation with an unheard voice 6 and 7 Numbers, Colors, bodies and souls Inseparable relationship of my 6 and 7
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
6 and 7
The night between 6 and 7 Has a magical power. First, it came as a nightmare separating my body & soul. I used to float above my body Asking for help. Running in the midnight Trying to fix the balance, I saw a slight change in her eyes. November, everybody was there like 6 and 7. December revealed the truth and January was a teacher of a source of love. February, in a fairy tale March, a treasure box and April showed me what to appreciate. In every 6 and 7, I’ve had so many teachers— like a conversation with an unheard voice 6 and 7 Numbers, Colors, bodies and souls Inseparable relationship of my 6 and 7
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
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