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may 25 2018 + Lonesome is the weaver of these dreams, and of nightmares. For in this workshop, none was truly the weavers' as it was yours. Still, the weaver strives to deliver each, and every night a speck of light. All of which was yours to keep as to fill the gaps of the night. In this scope was a range set to seek—all that you were, all that you are, and all that you are to be—a blossomed bud. Light years mayhaps segregate the two, but it passes quick; for time and distance could not stop these hearts beating for the other. may 25 2018 ∞
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