I have felt you, from miles away.
In full bloom, changing colors:
Even when you are not there-
I reach out.
Forgetting;
That ~
Sometimes you sleep.
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
I have felt you, from miles away.
In full bloom, changing colors:
Even when you are not there-
I reach out.
Forgetting;
That ~
Sometimes you sleep.
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