What if I told you we are a draft, never to be rewritten, a sweet novel but we are running out of pages,
we are on a thrilling ride but we don't know how far we'll make it off this trail, I'm hopeless but full of hope in
us, Help me when I'm stuck trying to decipher this secret and amazed symmetry, the maker engraved in you,
An angle in my eyes, coz this demon on my mind fleer when they see you and again I'm human.
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there is a genuine tone
of humble sincerity, in your wording
'Help me when I'm stuck
trying to decipher this secret
and amazed symmetry, the maker
engraved in you,
An angle in my eyes, coz
*these *demons on my mind *flee
when they see you
and again I'm human.'
(a wonderful read
thanks for sharing
and Happy New Year!)
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