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The day of my life is not eternal Neither without the warmth of the sunlit hands Nor the chilling stare of the moons bright eye And yet… As the days amidst the months pass by, like the tides So I stop and start my heart from beating Autonomic is this loving way of mine
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
And yet...
The day of my life is not eternal Neither without the warmth of the sunlit hands Nor the chilling stare of the moons bright eye And yet… As the days amidst the months pass by, like the tides So I stop and start my heart from beating Autonomic is this loving way of mine
balance
#balance#and#yet#life
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colmistoirm
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
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