inner peace love past memories presence present
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Her eyes are snapping, not that heart.
All those moans dwells on smokes,
Memories kept on encountering ecstacy.
Silence, loned truth for our virgin reality .
The soul ached badly, treasuring melodies.
Moving Forward
Yes, life can be hard
And the world can be cold.
At times you have nothing,
Not a hand to hold.
But we must look to the future,
And the past behind.
Meditate over my past in peace
Memories flood me over I'm heavily medicated with grief
I release...
Realizing every step is but a puzzle piece
