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when the sun rises and my thoughts stir its not of past daggers nor stolen memories that arise but its your liberating hazel eyes accompanied by your adorable moans and endearing sighs you raised my spirits and elevated my soul as you rose like vapor from the dew on the ground and as you first deflected that single follicle on the tip of my nasal path i sensed that you and i had not merely met by chance and as i breathed you in and your phase changed you had entered a part of me that had been abandoned then you condensed as our souls collided and you and i were no longer divided
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
crystalisation
when the sun rises and my thoughts stir its not of past daggers nor stolen memories that arise but its your liberating hazel eyes accompanied by your adorable moans and endearing sighs you raised my spirits and elevated my soul as you rose like vapor from the dew on the ground and as you first deflected that single follicle on the tip of my nasal path i sensed that you and i had not merely met by chance and as i breathed you in and your phase changed you had entered a part of me that had been abandoned then you condensed as our souls collided and you and i were no longer divided
one from last week that was listed as draft. what a difference a week makes
#love#hope#new#souls#fate#chance#rebirth#collision#phases#merge
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
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