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I thought I'd found it In your laugh like wind chimes, And in your eyes that always found mine. It wasn't mine to hold. I used to believe it continued In late nights in, 4 am, Coffee and green tea. And I grew so tired. At one point I thought It could be fabricated, Manufactured by somethings that meant nothing. I have yet to find it. I believe, through fault of my own I must have missed it. It must have lay in every new beginning, And in what I passed While in its pursuit.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
Perfection.
I thought I'd found it In your laugh like wind chimes, And in your eyes that always found mine. It wasn't mine to hold. I used to believe it continued In late nights in, 4 am, Coffee and green tea. And I grew so tired. At one point I thought It could be fabricated, Manufactured by somethings that meant nothing. I have yet to find it. I believe, through fault of my own I must have missed it. It must have lay in every new beginning, And in what I passed While in its pursuit.
Quick note to myself to slow down.
ceilidh
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
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