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Feb 24
my roots shoot down into the emerald crust of gaia
overhead
I hold the strings of our story in my hands up high  
a dizzying expanse of kites tumbling wildly in the golden chaos
     the lives and possibilities of us, in technicolor geometries

your existence is woven into the web of my soul
let's dance along with carefree love
just a girl and a guy
and their super powers
Written by
owls at dawn
65
     Immortality and Are we home yet
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