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Man of dreams it often seems we ride the silken thread of words that seep the passion deep of soul where they are bred. In my mind the heart I find to buy the message whole and see it done the battle won because of the soul. Once...
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Dreaming on a time
Man of dreams it often seems we ride the silken thread of words that seep the passion deep of soul where they are bred. In my mind the heart I find to buy the message whole and see it done the battle won because of the soul. Once...
It was, once. Things change.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
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