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17h
Establish yourself in a timeless state;  
be aware that everything changes.  

Love is the death of peace of mind—  
WHY DO I CRAVE IT?!
It makes me feel so alive.  

She’s a designer, building from the ground up,  
everything I have been searching for.

Your energy runs through me,  
the walls containing my innermost  
have become your well met portal.  

Into me, I am the ravished,  
embracing the seasons of growth before us.  
Let the flames of a morning sun rise!  

I will light a candle for you,  
may this flame guide the way you seek -  
you have already lit mine.  

Such precious time received,  
each moment a cherished spark,  
intertwined in the dance of our souls.
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Are we home yet  45/M/Maine
(45/M/Maine)   
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     owls at dawn, Sunamin Tamang, Rick and Adagio
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