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all of passion, all of pearls, mass destruction of a world, so much safer to be safe, id rather die than be awake, over easy on a plate, to end the search for something great, in reflection, in reverse, in no reason, in no verse, in the comfort of your leaves, the smell of ocean in a breeze, lazy with the lazy trees, i see the souls that no one sees, distant like the farthest star, in search of God and who we are, in calmness by the ancient sea, the peace alones enough for me, give me more of endless meaning, the only thing that keeps me breathing, a summer sun forever leaving, its okay were only dreaming. 1-29-01 Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 06:32 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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"all of passion, all of pearls,..."