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A ruddy glint dulled scarcely less than the neighboring pebbles crowding it, an opaque stone caught my heart on a well worn graveled trail. I stooped and scooped and meditating it's passive allure, slipped it sure into my pocket and continued my life's new way. I've harbored for years that no precious gem and occasionally buff the smooth hard between my aged fingers. Revered not, that rock, for it's bland pose but rather as a hint in my once hardened head that a true dream girl's love has brightened my vision painting now every season's pallet. Find a dream one too who'll imbue in you to glimpse awakening beauty found love in stones.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Stone Loved Dream Girl
A ruddy glint dulled scarcely less than the neighboring pebbles crowding it, an opaque stone caught my heart on a well worn graveled trail. I stooped and scooped and meditating it's passive allure, slipped it sure into my pocket and continued my life's new way. I've harbored for years that no precious gem and occasionally buff the smooth hard between my aged fingers. Revered not, that rock, for it's bland pose but rather as a hint in my once hardened head that a true dream girl's love has brightened my vision painting now every season's pallet. Find a dream one too who'll imbue in you to glimpse awakening beauty found love in stones.
sunset-man
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
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