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I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold… Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
Whole, you are, each time You see in self truth and source: Live revolution
There’s never enough: Time, truth, words. You, though love, are always abundant.
Wax, wane, and wander. Tides are turning with old leaves; Past eclipsed by now.
He say, what she said; All words are made meaningless when hearts won’t hear them.
Scalps are breeding grounds for wild waves and thoughts sprouting. Limits don’t exist.
Speaking perceptions; Mirror tells me what they say. See them, utter self.
You know, you a trip Flip it and reverse it, huh? Treat me like I’m you. I’m not gonna flinch Cuz in the end we both know You chose to free me.
wade the ocean of emotions you throw me its hard to stay afloat