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Dec 2020
To you.
To me.
To us.
We can only be one.

From me.
From you.
From us.
We can only build upon love.

Like the flowers that grow ours has.
And like the grass that turns green in spring.
We mirror the scenery.

In us.
In you.
In me.
Exist truth and reality.
I guess we were meant to be one.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Gaia
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