got weird

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soft morning kisses
delightfully chase away
the ominous thoughts
·
wielding compliments,
all misty blue hours vanished
in sound's nothingness
·
soul's stillness imports
every melodious echo
nestled through stories
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emotionally
palpation got weird, likewise
to breathe love's moment

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