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Old rymes turn gray again
Blue water is warm and light blue
The moment of clarity is like
the water to my breathe
A garden and rose
A circle and a fact
The smell of food
Its my moment
You finally see me
Im not judging
You sense it
words arent needed just as war isnt.
What a beaituful bee
What a beautiful dust
What a smile
God i will never be depressed again.
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