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Under the watchful gaze of two suns I lean in to kiss your dry lips. Technicolor fissures in Space - hold onto me        every different lifetime leads me back to you and comes circle - The Earth tips like the time you spilled cardamom in the *** brownies making love sour for a week        We made sense sometimes; even in this parallel universe - where moons kiss and galaxies weep - We burned into the heart, moments inverse and our souls steadied the pace.        Dripping stardust and covered in Love- it's understood.  We are never apart - Always One. But I bait my breath each time I'm born letting go only - when I hold your hand again.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Twin Flame
Under the watchful gaze of two suns I lean in to kiss your dry lips. Technicolor fissures in Space - hold onto me        every different lifetime leads me back to you and comes circle - The Earth tips like the time you spilled cardamom in the *** brownies making love sour for a week        We made sense sometimes; even in this parallel universe - where moons kiss and galaxies weep - We burned into the heart, moments inverse and our souls steadied the pace.        Dripping stardust and covered in Love- it's understood.  We are never apart - Always One. But I bait my breath each time I'm born letting go only - when I hold your hand again.
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martinalove
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
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