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Few truths in the unexplored blues, Their smokey heads sway Inside your eyes. I perceive us with your touch. Holding out an arm Everyday you point to the distant, Though our naive feet don't know How to read a map.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Seeking Life
Few truths in the unexplored blues, Their smokey heads sway Inside your eyes. I perceive us with your touch. Holding out an arm Everyday you point to the distant, Though our naive feet don't know How to read a map.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
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