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I want to breath in a sweet cotton air. Moments of ones mind stretching forth elegant and divine. A piano drips like rain, Reverberating above the soul, while frequencies dance across nerves full of static. Pangs and woes, weigh heavy upon my shoulders, too broad and too weak, to carry much more. Life's burden weighs down the branches of trees, their fruits bruised against the ground turn sour by the first rain. One must tend to lifes terms Contracts laid down in cosmic fibers, Guides the flow of time. If time could be streatched, The structure of the universe would appear like a roadmap, Expanding and contracting, Like the heartbeat of time Tic... Toc...
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Entanglement
I want to breath in a sweet cotton air. Moments of ones mind stretching forth elegant and divine. A piano drips like rain, Reverberating above the soul, while frequencies dance across nerves full of static. Pangs and woes, weigh heavy upon my shoulders, too broad and too weak, to carry much more. Life's burden weighs down the branches of trees, their fruits bruised against the ground turn sour by the first rain. One must tend to lifes terms Contracts laid down in cosmic fibers, Guides the flow of time. If time could be streatched, The structure of the universe would appear like a roadmap, Expanding and contracting, Like the heartbeat of time Tic... Toc...
Odd feelings about an odd set of people, emotions and experiences.
#time#scent#natural#cosmic
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eliza-fairchild
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
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