Today, I start again. Get back on track. Bow. And run towards the sun. Breathe. Walk. Into You.
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YOU ARE
what he is what they are what we are what I am. Or not.
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- Almost Thirty
- Florence, Tuscany, Italy
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we are unlike
those winged
creatures
fleeing from
the bleeding
sunset's
embrace.
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