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Jul 2020
when time slips through your fingers,
you realise just how precious it is

~

as soon as a second steers
itself into manifold past
the mind is
programmed,
spurred by intuition
to reflect pure
imagination or contradiction,
to accept or to deny;
'tis all up to you


~
angelique
Written by
angelique  astral soul river
(astral soul river)   
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