connection
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You can’t control me, for I am too remote, I keep all my options open I appear in and out of smoke, created by the myths of time, where I travel and I float, on a sublime cloud of meditative spiritual hope. I like my freedom, love the joy of connecting with the breeze, so…
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When we first met Our love was blooming Like a garden in full spring, Prismic colourations It was such a beautiful thing But over time the garden Became neglected And we were both to blame And soon the flowers wilted And the colours began to fade. Until one day All that was left was a…