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by Poet on the Piano Dec 23, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Hoping the sky would make me up... have me last. Meeting you, every second shifting. Understanding the place for my soul, not only the mass above but deeper into you. We were made to never deny anymore. What we are truly speaking is the meaning of this tightly spun world.- Written December 22, 2011.