Your transcendual existence is vibrant even when I am not dreaming of you. For I am thinking of you in my dreams. Mulling you over, admiring your architecture like I would a fine sculpture and kissing the possibilities as I would a shadow. In our world balance is an abstract ideal, abstract but unsought. Our: the nonexistence that an infrequently
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i like your style :]
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