As the sand shines along your hair, small follicles pivot and play in the crease of your smile. Moments aspire to be filled with love, kindness to be kind.
If my tongue were beyond 10 feet, would I still weigh heavy on the scales, and shout to the stars?
If my tongue were beyond 10 feet, would I still weigh heavy on the scales, and shout to the stars?
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