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*new journeys heal old wounds even if it is a climb out the hole of a tomb clearing the last bit of high from the extinguishing fumes realizing maybe there is no doom and hope can be seen even in a silver moon pulling like a tide but missing the sun rise or maybe just missing my eyes the pair with forgotten cries and lost blind sights i wonder if these are a brand new pair of wise?*
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
wise eyes
*new journeys heal old wounds even if it is a climb out the hole of a tomb clearing the last bit of high from the extinguishing fumes realizing maybe there is no doom and hope can be seen even in a silver moon pulling like a tide but missing the sun rise or maybe just missing my eyes the pair with forgotten cries and lost blind sights i wonder if these are a brand new pair of wise?*
J.M.C.H.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
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