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SABAD

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may you be poetic, in every sense moving thru motions of the notion that the love isn't there I feel softly crossing corridors, enchanted grip holds of the creasing bend of your joy the meekness & the purity in the genuity in what you see at a point in my observant reflected onto me potential progression guards and held me in laced sweetly on the buds of my flower sprouting towards the heat our moments last long after a question of a care heavenly scented and I knew you existed into the gaze of white clouds the blue moon drop rippled through the springs in trees following the curve of a mountain and the stars of all we are since sings

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