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A Complete Circle, An Oracle’s Virtue
Things that you willed into existence.
The Archers are The Angels within me.
When I called Grandpa answered as it was Dad’s Birthday time.
He’s got to eat so much money.
Monk on a hill, gypsy on a whim.
Even my tears are cold.
The World Seems Brighter With My Shades
I miss my Shades too
Like the world seems brighter
with my Shades on
Oral Proverbs & Dream Language
Oneness on the Path of Wholeness
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