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You don’t have to come when it’s my call apart!? I am following the route of my promise given to a child a girl with a stray cat always found by the same cat   different color different shape once she also read the Tripods long ago but *No You are not her White Mountains I met you on the way* Find the truth for me- she said in plain joy bring us home when you grow up Home was where you could create magic A spherical  -transparent ball a living crystalline - singing made of colorful -universe particles don’t forget this one also has a crest remains invisible to they who do not already know the way - inscribed along caves above the eye-  and promise to keep me alive by your side as a beat in your heart I promised ... I grew up ... I forgot … Forgot to remember until I met love until I heard the beat and remembered and escaped just *No You are not so near You are always here It was me who ran away* I saw it all coming before our roads crossed and planned to lend you my heart for a temporary time of mortal maybe while calculating if -s If I were not good enough for me for you for her … Keep it well I said and plain for me cause I gotta be free and promise to always stay oceans away from me is our decree of creativity Pains I passed belonged to the absence of her or of you were set as traps on  both sides of a rewinding tape each gaze pulled us back to the same awful track until I learned to move ahead cause you gotta be free yeah and  keep it well for me cause we gotta be free For we I travelled worlds of  the destroyer until I learned to destroy time and move ahead from a central soundless line some of the illusionary erased others of truth stayed to make difference at shores of wisdom at  waters of innocence at crests of all sense I was healed for the healed is here to heal but alas in the meantime you made my heart real Choiceless and reduced to one I bounced back to you and to a place where we started as if  a promise is broke now or of decree surpassed hoping the -only if- by creativity ? all we can do is walk the unknown verse made by a quest towards the sun we shall see then the golden dawn at rest is at now blessed we are and one truth of her dream we become or else none (be destroyed by time) and they sang bold the chorus of her dream *Is she home yet? or still out playing ? ...again with that cat* mom said as if ... but no all I heard was my heartbeat.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
dnalumuland
The White Mountains
You don’t have to come when it’s my call apart!? I am following the route of my promise given to a child a girl with a stray cat always found by the same cat   different color different shape once she also read the Tripods long ago but *No You are not her White Mountains I met you on the way* Find the truth for me- she said in plain joy bring us home when you grow up Home was where you could create magic A spherical  -transparent ball a living crystalline - singing made of colorful -universe particles don’t forget this one also has a crest remains invisible to they who do not already know the way - inscribed along caves above the eye-  and promise to keep me alive by your side as a beat in your heart I promised ... I grew up ... I forgot … Forgot to remember until I met love until I heard the beat and remembered and escaped just *No You are not so near You are always here It was me who ran away* I saw it all coming before our roads crossed and planned to lend you my heart for a temporary time of mortal maybe while calculating if -s If I were not good enough for me for you for her … Keep it well I said and plain for me cause I gotta be free and promise to always stay oceans away from me is our decree of creativity Pains I passed belonged to the absence of her or of you were set as traps on  both sides of a rewinding tape each gaze pulled us back to the same awful track until I learned to move ahead cause you gotta be free yeah and  keep it well for me cause we gotta be free For we I travelled worlds of  the destroyer until I learned to destroy time and move ahead from a central soundless line some of the illusionary erased others of truth stayed to make difference at shores of wisdom at  waters of innocence at crests of all sense I was healed for the healed is here to heal but alas in the meantime you made my heart real Choiceless and reduced to one I bounced back to you and to a place where we started as if  a promise is broke now or of decree surpassed hoping the -only if- by creativity ? all we can do is walk the unknown verse made by a quest towards the sun we shall see then the golden dawn at rest is at now blessed we are and one truth of her dream we become or else none (be destroyed by time) and they sang bold the chorus of her dream *Is she home yet? or still out playing ? ...again with that cat* mom said as if ... but no all I heard was my heartbeat.
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