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May 2010
In the threat puzzling me
will grows stronger forgetting fears
I want to see it all
From every angle of the angels
demonstrating consecration even in the ill
and when i DO !
i might go blind overwhelmed
restraint can see such subtle joys
outside of toys and games
tune me to the key of we
and let me be real as well
find me in the right time 3;33 or 11:11
the wishing time
and carve the trees with unspoken vows
recited only by birds
and in a drop of water striking the surface
of silver ponds
wish
Written by
Chimera melons
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