Moving in my sky
Is entirely ours,
An open crystal grain
An unmeasured fluttering,
Decidedly not contained
Of what I am,
And then.
Moving in my sky
Is entirely ours,
An open crystal grain
An unmeasured fluttering,
Decidedly not contained
Of what I am,
And then.
💓🎶🔔🙏👌👍
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enigmatic, but atmospheric ❤
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