Waves crash and crawl along a strewn shore…
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On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late…
whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
Life’s all but a dream – on burning wings.
Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure…
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home…
An artwork bought from an online store Somewhere in America…
Triplet trellis’ crested triple climb clambering to clemency…
Rest herein you Godwin villiage…
Like Vacant and Empty forms…
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