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￭ Damn the rain
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2013-09-07 | |
Dear soul, time is breezing over our thriving love.
We make a cup and we fill it with warmth -
the air inside is dense and healing.
I just wanna say that I’m grateful for your love and for your presence next to me through this time.
I wet your shirt with my tears, I held your trembling hand, we did the knee dance together!
We see the world together, we like the same colors,
So different, but sometimes
I think with your head and I hear your heart echo
I hold your hand as I grow up.
Master keepers of Time, we are, king and queen
In our midget house and warm hearts.
May we always remember this story and live by it.
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