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Mar 2017
This is Gold season
I got my own reasons
I got my new meaning
Pictures old feelings
Drinking my own room,
Sipping slowly but the taste is missing,
What ive been thinking after My love is sitting and some how Day dreamin should It move ?
What's missing..
What's missing in Me?
All these questions get recognition like a prisoner to my mentioning the unmentioned did I mention there just looking..
So my focus is focus and my eyes are broken and my love is sitting and mentions are mentioning I forgot to let these questions are now thinking ..
"Why did you leave"?
Then the answer was instant with a warm breath under the soft  clicking threw his intestines out of throat between the beat of your sleepiness....*inhaling ..exhaling *.
You just laying there breathing is letting these
questions stop thinking
Breaking the eyes of my mentionings and Everything apart of me listen to you breathing.
Mr Xelle
Written by
Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Keith Wilson
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