Caught by longing for the future to be met for some fleeting reason Not such a wise thing to do Knowing That when it is reached it will be at its own end . Yes, the present lived sometimes wished to be stagnant drenched in beautiful soft scent . Would you know if I say you are still here? close With black strings and a stones smooth hue that sometimes looks black or blue Yes, We Exist
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