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Meaningless Miles
Miles cannot seperate a feeling and time knows no tricks to stop a rose from blooming and a heart knows the only magic to keep that rose immortal. Mountain's of doubt crumble, forest's of fear will tremble at the sight of this man, at the voice of his wife. Two stand, joined in hand, the world playing out before them an ocean of life at their feet, and when they begin to wade it is as one being, two hearts. Now no mountains block my view. No forests shade the sight of a heart spinning and rising out of the west, an opposing sun to fill my mind, with your inner peace. |
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