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Quieter days stand before me as if they are trying to tell me    that the answer lies   perhaps there is more than one perhaps there is none What was it that should’ve been done I catch her staring off into space Then closes her eyes for an instant, expressionless face contagiously gleaming then opens her eyes I find her worries to be uninviting Do not dare to come near casting a spell is intertwined With aftermath that must be endured Immediately raising her voice but not raising words cannot find the right choice resorting into vanity Quiet days stand before me as if they are trying to tell me that the question divides perhaps there is more than one perhaps there is none What was it that could’ve been undone I catch them gazing into place then close my eyes for an instant, enthusiastic face contagiously beaming Then open my eyes Disengaged with comfort of my own Do not dare to come near breaking a spell is defined with progress that must be lured Effortlessly blending her dreams but not blending thoughts can find the right choice morphing into sanity
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
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Quieter days stand before me as if they are trying to tell me    that the answer lies   perhaps there is more than one perhaps there is none What was it that should’ve been done I catch her staring off into space Then closes her eyes for an instant, expressionless face contagiously gleaming then opens her eyes I find her worries to be uninviting Do not dare to come near casting a spell is intertwined With aftermath that must be endured Immediately raising her voice but not raising words cannot find the right choice resorting into vanity Quiet days stand before me as if they are trying to tell me that the question divides perhaps there is more than one perhaps there is none What was it that could’ve been undone I catch them gazing into place then close my eyes for an instant, enthusiastic face contagiously beaming Then open my eyes Disengaged with comfort of my own Do not dare to come near breaking a spell is defined with progress that must be lured Effortlessly blending her dreams but not blending thoughts can find the right choice morphing into sanity
July 6th 2017
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violavics
25/Texas
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
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