Category: The Ride
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The moon was perfect
The moon was perfect Your eyes are… Till it rested to half You are still there… You are a lit of an orange dim Like the moon, growing
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Three Mothers
I was in an ancestral, spanish-like house. It was quite old, wood structured. My family was there and I believe we live there. Also, my other relatives were there and the place was kinda noisy with chats and all. I remembered going to a room like just that one in reality (the first one to…
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Orange-Blue Sky
ORANGE – BLUE SKY 3.23.01 When you look outside your window, the orange – blue sky is turning gray, but she is telling me that I am alive, as she whispers you to my eyes By now, she is telling me that she is ours, for us to taste, to keep, to watch tomorrow, when…
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Maybe We Are Two Half Souls
MAYBE WE ARE TWO HALF SOULS 8.13.00 Maybe we are two half souls Yesterday, when it was unreachable, Last morning, so far, I can not remember Both enclosed within the hands of past Maybe we are two half souls Walking, searching, with time, yesterday, Last night, so far, I can not remember Gazing, searching, looking…