to feel
to quietly sit and contemplate the meaning of this life I made to visualise my past tense to visualise my present tense to visualise my future tense takes me away in every sense to feel to see to hear to taste to experience to grow to yearn to play would all this never be if I were to lay down upon my bed and greet my coming sleep of the dead
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leigh
just someone who loves playing with words...
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