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Constant Growth The years pass like soaring clouds that sail beyond swiftness to rob our lungs. Even so, the journey ties its smile to our affections in exchange the mere blush of her hand. As riotous thought awakens, the soft whispers like unpretentious expressions whiten embers to breath an all-enduring love. |
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