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Apr 2018
Now,
Then,
Here,
There.
We,
Are,
Everything.
Charcoal lines of society try to contain us, but like flames we'll leap right over...
In your dark eyes, I see, atop a craggy-cliff a garden of bliss.
Dancing colours painted onto flowers; there dreams rise from soil and new-leaf by new-leaf a beanstalk of aspirations is born.
As blood brother's are bound, so us too will share a connection deep as a diamond mine.
I know we will be happy winged creatures when we finally reach the shores of the place we were always meant to call home.
Written by
Jair Graham
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