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Like flowing water in every vein, animating material cells into works of art – however tragic they may be. There is comfort in knowing some things don’t decay.
Egyptians saw a bird that could fly out of a cage of a body, sometimes I think of a pearl, of a seed trying to grow and not rot
Soul deep he knew that If he was going to leave It’d have to be tonight And she couldn’t be by his side So he sat there on the couch
Like flowing water in every vein, animating material cells into works of art – however tragic they may be. There is comfort in knowing some things don’t decay.
Egyptians saw a bird that could fly out of a cage of a body, sometimes I think of a pearl, of a seed trying to grow and not rot
Soul deep he knew that
If he was going to leave
It’d have to be tonight
And she couldn’t be by his side
So he sat there on the couch