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Teardrop of Coloured Soul Dark sky. Faded path.
I remember standing in
the same place you
describe as yours.
The uncertainty. Revelation.
I hear the notes you have sung but
I seem to not want to hear the song.
Commitment. Future doorways.
I see that the vines have all but covered
the flashing green light of advance.
I accept. I resign.
But I wonder if you do me the honour
of whispering to me our vows once again?
very creative and thought
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