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Oct 2017
repeats of past lives bubble through time,
awaiting to be relived.
they circle around, gliding
ready to give the experience again.
all our things we never clear,
the moments we skip.
they just wait out there,
prepared to grip any new moment that fits.
fingers slip into these.
cycles repeat, healing relieves...
past lives on repeat,
seeing to clear.
Seher Seven
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Seher Seven
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