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May 2015
I love parks, nature, long walks by the ocean side, watching stars twinkle in the night, the smell of trees after a rain pour, the way my metaphors flow.

sometimes one lingers away from all that is for a promise or two that soon darken into an abyss but soon we are pulled back up to the center again...and so we begin a new page.
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ComicBookMan
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