ceetaylor
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life
So here we are.
A world apart sharing the same space,
Slowly picking up pace
With you, no clue
Of where we're going.
Entranced in your slow motion state of mind
Minding my slow grind
Into this experience you call a soul.
Brave and bold.
Exploring your final frontier
Years have gone by in preparation for this exhibition
Listen,
I think I have arrived.
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