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An Eternity of Forevers

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Author: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)August 5, 2019

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An Eternity of Forevers

written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)

@skyinthegrass

You left,
that house of memories.

More evidence,
of works beyond.

You are not running from me,
but moving toward me.

When you make,
memories of your own.

Our first kiss,
For example.

Wanted to kiss you,
for a long time.

An eternity of forevers.

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Just a man from northern California, living on a beautiful acre of high desert I call Goose Ridge.

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