| 1 year ago :: Feb 29, 2012 - 5:21PM #1 | |
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On your white sheets(never gray!) I sought the truth.
I found it in your arms, your heart, your spirit. Line an inkstain unattended, your truth marinates and permeats everything. No void in my life is untouched; memories are changed; truth looks in as those stars on your arms. The ground felt the shift that day. The shift from a truth. The pursuit of happiness is happiness itself. Your truth made me a man-- not in a day, hour, year, or minute, But in a lifetime. |
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| 1 year ago :: Feb 29, 2012 - 8:35PM #2 | |
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