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Standing on a cliff the sea is vast open waves whispering softly drifting seashells come ashore lost their purpose lost their homes but still beautiful so beautiful and empty sharing the tale of love how it all starts and what will we become how all will be forgotten everything lost so I will become nothing just dust drifting in the air so peaceful and one with the universe
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
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Standing on a cliff the sea is vast open waves whispering softly drifting seashells come ashore lost their purpose lost their homes but still beautiful so beautiful and empty sharing the tale of love how it all starts and what will we become how all will be forgotten everything lost so I will become nothing just dust drifting in the air so peaceful and one with the universe
Sometimes, the end is just a beginning.
jan-harak
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
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