Luke Turamarama

Honey bee, Honey bee.
Soar with curiosity.
Let the flight be your reward.
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My Love died today.
Their pain released with their last breath.
Their hand fell away.
Grasped by death.
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I met a girl.
I nervously brushed my hand against hers
And stared into her green eyes.
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I am the grass and you are the wind.
You bring movement to me life.
Without you I don't dance.
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A second chance with a second chance.
Emerald and ruby birthed in embers.
A union of north and south.
Spanish crown and lantern light.
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Symmetry, Symmetry.
Oh how I long for thee.
For my fragile husk.
Altered through the years towards dust.
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