heart
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Your presence is a gift that grows in my heart Your love a work of art.
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If hearts could sing it would sound like her seamlessly going through the highs and lows velvet sound notes like tear drops, but in command bouncing on the scale speaking a language you can’t understand universal love whispers that break glass cries that fill the blackholes of the universe. But maybe its like his pain…
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Compass heart points south I’m me, walking my life’s beat Road unfolds, observe