Upon the surround and around of air while the wind is blowing the tunes. Settling the depths of the mind upon the times that alike the resist and insist for a passionate capture and a captivate of love. Seeking and peaking for an utmost settle of existence. Words that trickle with a refill of the swirling and swaying soul that journeys upon earth. Looking for a draw nigh of fascinate and intrigue that might compose the depth of the mind. Steaming the overflow of feelings and thoughts within the embark of refine and fine of life.
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