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Flutes play the sound of no absolutes imperfections captivate my mysteries anew discovering each year discovering a new you pinpointing it with accuracy aloof.... filled with mistakes Accepting the contradictions hypocrisy instilled meditating how wrong I can be concentrating on the middle ideals mixed into separation connected with my mental compass transform time and space with thoughts as a subtle work of art entering the stairway is like looking back unaware of your progress also laughing at our spilled marbles
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
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Flutes play the sound of no absolutes imperfections captivate my mysteries anew discovering each year discovering a new you pinpointing it with accuracy aloof.... filled with mistakes Accepting the contradictions hypocrisy instilled meditating how wrong I can be concentrating on the middle ideals mixed into separation connected with my mental compass transform time and space with thoughts as a subtle work of art entering the stairway is like looking back unaware of your progress also laughing at our spilled marbles
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
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