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Oct 2017
I thank the maker for this moment.
A view so potent.
Endless waters kissing a setting sun.
And as the stars begin their dance,
And the moon, her serenade.
I break down my latest gift,
And sift.
In hope of finding the perfect high.
Because I lost her once before,
And now she's the hardest thing to find.
Mi Spiace
Written by
Avery-Dante Hinds  25/M/Philadelphia
(25/M/Philadelphia)   
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