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Light creates prisms, lost in your eyes. Able to see through your well made disguise. Careful thoughts bring many aspects alive. Converging on times where we begin then to thrive. Seeing all people connecting with me. Showing the ways, in which to be free. Use all your laughter and warmth felt inside. releasing your shame and the pain that you hide. Stop all the noise, as it clutters your mind. With quiet comes peace, replacing energy in kind. It never lasts long, before it starts up again. Stop all engagement, to bring out your Zen. Problems of people, you shouldn't have cared. Focus on love so your friendship is spared Some moments take long and some moments go fast. Remaining inside you from first to the last. Do not make waste of this time you posses. Pinching and grinding your wealth to excess Regretting your picks, is the price that you pay. Unable to feel love or find the middle way.
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Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
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Light creates prisms, lost in your eyes. Able to see through your well made disguise. Careful thoughts bring many aspects alive. Converging on times where we begin then to thrive. Seeing all people connecting with me. Showing the ways, in which to be free. Use all your laughter and warmth felt inside. releasing your shame and the pain that you hide. Stop all the noise, as it clutters your mind. With quiet comes peace, replacing energy in kind. It never lasts long, before it starts up again. Stop all engagement, to bring out your Zen. Problems of people, you shouldn't have cared. Focus on love so your friendship is spared Some moments take long and some moments go fast. Remaining inside you from first to the last. Do not make waste of this time you posses. Pinching and grinding your wealth to excess Regretting your picks, is the price that you pay. Unable to feel love or find the middle way.
stevegoldenfort
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54/M/Norway
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
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