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Seven Years In Repose

Awaking a bit early, amid her crisp Autumn's air; Sunday October 13th Just past his first watch and slightly pleasing this soothing melody; Love's.... Child rising at the dawn of another day; somewhat intriguing as fitting perhaps Symbolic's place in space, be time ? Nefarious meaning no bejeweled these horizons Beyound the skies a light so bright and diamond eyes; their vertical cross ? Nineteen sixty-six Seven years of age; Charles Schultz his Charlie Brown waiting for Lucy within, this pumpkin patch.. Je t'aime, sequined in rhinestone such scenes ? Cosmetic, her purely feminine; an infants, anniversary.

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Date: 12/16/2014 1:04:00 PM
Perhaps I do need to grow up a bit. Or maybe, just maybe my youthful smile will come back to me among friends where I can like, just move on... it's close.
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