Reminiscing on the sounds of music then
And sweet naives caressing me not to Delve me there shake me free from the despair that echoes to their futures lost. REM dreams bald heads singing dancing hare krishna praying beads on christian faith candles lined the cleaning bath tassels of hair grown in wisdom asking for you to reason or not whose perception ? raises you above , is it all enough ? what more desire of you ? If your hearts are barren and tears are frozen inside capsulate negate the hate come stop to estimate what place you find your soul and your mind. Your heart it is divine You can remember this time.
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May 2014
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