Today is something that comes from nothing.
All is clear and the landscape twist and turns,
displaying the grace of an acrobrat.
It is the time when all is calm,
And the passing afternoon is made for lovers.
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Many pieces torn into shreds, year by year. Fragile bits cracking gently but never mending. To the core that binded never was. We traveled... -
Forgive me for being on this fast track, This train keeps passing the stations I’m suppose to be getting off. A night here in paradise h...
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Time did not stand still It shaped its road for us to leave the past To rain soaked pavements, fallen leaves, high altitudes underneath the ...
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