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Is the intertwining of our ribs that combines your soul with mine. I can feel it in the breeze, it's as simple as you and me-- can be, existing in between, time and space. As we travel in a sphere of seas. It's the strike at 2:22 that you won't be forgotten. In my heart, I see yours there. Breathing, beating, expandning, at the same rhythm, pumping into the Blood Moon.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
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Is the intertwining of our ribs that combines your soul with mine. I can feel it in the breeze, it's as simple as you and me-- can be, existing in between, time and space. As we travel in a sphere of seas. It's the strike at 2:22 that you won't be forgotten. In my heart, I see yours there. Breathing, beating, expandning, at the same rhythm, pumping into the Blood Moon.
joslin-jones
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
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