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thougths that never die

The grass's turning green, amidst this splendid dream. As I relish in this free paradise, before it turns into a franchise. I fill my lungs with the air that's soulfully enriched, before it turns rare.

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mystique_elixir

22 / F

Published: Nov 2, 2021
LinesWords: 635

Tags: #thoughts #free #timed #life

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