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Where we 1st met: 41.06°N, -74.02°W Our first kiss: 41.09°N, -73.92°W Our first date: 41.16°N, -73.97°W Our first “I love You:” 41.07°N, -74.02°W Our first carnival: 41.01°N, -74.01°W Our first vacation: 20.21°N, -87.45W
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Ours Will Always be my Favorite
It’s the Eye of the Sun,                                      -staring down at me… At night the mind of the Moon,                                                   -so bright it’s all you see… Seven Glorious Ones, Horus-Follower’s sons,                                                    -and the cycle’s complete; time for a repeat! Magic year, magic mind, Ozymandias seat,                                                                a magic moment in time, 'ten found-on-the-line,' -mark a place where you'll be.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            At the steps are the ones, ancient Kings of the Sun. Torn apart by the people, when the harvest was done, And solar barque crosses Styx, to the gates of Ammon… Riders come from the steppe to see the death of the one, Ancient King of the Sun redeem the land and the seed…                                               -Rises up as Orion, again, and now he’s freed! It’s the Eye of the Sun and the Lion is free, roaming over the lands, now the cycle’s complete…
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Horus
It’s the Eye of the Sun,                                      -staring down at me… At night the mind of the Moon,                                                   -so bright it’s all you see… Seven Glorious Ones, Horus-Follower’s sons,                                                    -and the cycle’s complete; time for a repeat! Magic year, magic mind, Ozymandias seat,                                                                a magic moment in time, 'ten found-on-the-line,' -mark a place where you'll be.                                                                                                                                                                                                                            At the steps are the ones, ancient Kings of the Sun. Torn apart by the people, when the harvest was done, And solar barque crosses Styx, to the gates of Ammon… Riders come from the steppe to see the death of the one, Ancient King of the Sun redeem the land and the seed…                                               -Rises up as Orion, again, and now he’s freed! It’s the Eye of the Sun and the Lion is free, roaming over the lands, now the cycle’s complete…
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My head is a bay. The memory of you like the waves that swarm when the wind switches and the whistle of the ship is sounded. The longitude lines fall on a map, the navigation is helpless when I'm bowed in the presence of your eyes. That eyes which was made from the rainy season. Your ships contain anxiety, vulnerable content, whereas love is a minor deviation from a cruise line. I am the dock for you. Anchored and wake the seagulls. For a long time no one leaned, or just reminded that the sea is not always blue. Anchored and wake me up. Because your whisper is more patient than the air that hit the masts. Your presence is the reason why light is never lost at the top of the lighthouse. Anchored and wake me up. Because the best morning is when my longing is covered with your eyelashes, my sleep is overgrown with black dots that hold your lip line, my vanish is ****** in a trough hidden behind your soul. Wake me, with the most desolate shaking you have.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
My Head is a Bay