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I hear you in the early birds' song a moon's amity in a scorching firmament I smell you as the flowers tilt from wilt fragrance that stops time from running I taste you by the waters of the deep thy tears drench the stars as they fell I feel you through the breeze of midnight your embrace incinerates the numbing cold I see you from the brink of the past one from a million yet the best memory ever
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
The sense of living
I hear you in the early birds' song a moon's amity in a scorching firmament I smell you as the flowers tilt from wilt fragrance that stops time from running I taste you by the waters of the deep thy tears drench the stars as they fell I feel you through the breeze of midnight your embrace incinerates the numbing cold I see you from the brink of the past one from a million yet the best memory ever
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:17 AM UTC
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