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See Allcrests of the sun; moon falling on my head splitting in half my forgotten life making it better than before long gone hope my eyes (sealed shut) -Everybody has a story... these are our-
reach inside, a moment lost, reflecting back I see myself and ask...are we open? do we feel? can I touch?
Broken just beneath the surface. A circle of words flowing over, colorful, loud voices, waiting for eyes to see, hearts to feel, emotions to erupt. Reality becomes what is