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The soul opens itself to the golden rays of the sun. Burns hate from flesh as love cools wounds on one... Who loved another Expected nothing...gave all they had Strength Adoration... The true recipe for a meal to nuture and fuel two once lost in cold waves of nuclear rads.... Closed minds fuse with blind rage shoots a gun and kills the mokingbird in his cage. As the night turned to day and the Creator has seen the rubble of aftermath... The spirit gets slapped back from the dead of blind rage The heart beats back to life Wounded flies from closed up cages. Have you seen her? My mokingbird... Us two hearts singing as one Fused by truth True harmonies.... Open the mind....... Hate becomes a past that dissappeared with one word that defined, "KIND.."
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Mokingbird
The soul opens itself to the golden rays of the sun. Burns hate from flesh as love cools wounds on one... Who loved another Expected nothing...gave all they had Strength Adoration... The true recipe for a meal to nuture and fuel two once lost in cold waves of nuclear rads.... Closed minds fuse with blind rage shoots a gun and kills the mokingbird in his cage. As the night turned to day and the Creator has seen the rubble of aftermath... The spirit gets slapped back from the dead of blind rage The heart beats back to life Wounded flies from closed up cages. Have you seen her? My mokingbird... Us two hearts singing as one Fused by truth True harmonies.... Open the mind....... Hate becomes a past that dissappeared with one word that defined, "KIND.."
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
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