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Our souls and our hearts share different lives.

But I like to think stuck in time for a moment. Somewhere in this life’s infinite space..

A black and white memory replays and we are under the covers giggling in the clouds.

There once was time, where our past lives were shared in an existence tossed into a beautiful bubble blown to circumference.

Overlooking the rest of the world on fire, we held each other praying for lonely.


Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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