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Her nickname Was always Gaia with a y. And she was. Dancing; not so much Reasoning. All feeling. Analysis, Not so much. Me, a petard of adrenaline and Testosterone -short fused with Whisky and blunt logics- by Which I found myself Hoist with ruthless regret. All man. All human Man. We merged until we Emerged, passing through Each other and moving On. Two forces of nature Embracing. With a broad Enough Perspective, Everything Looks Beautiful.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
Gaya
Her nickname Was always Gaia with a y. And she was. Dancing; not so much Reasoning. All feeling. Analysis, Not so much. Me, a petard of adrenaline and Testosterone -short fused with Whisky and blunt logics- by Which I found myself Hoist with ruthless regret. All man. All human Man. We merged until we Emerged, passing through Each other and moving On. Two forces of nature Embracing. With a broad Enough Perspective, Everything Looks Beautiful.
sgholter
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
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