we met in glass jars
on the Beagle in the Pacific
I'd never seen anything
like you before, your hair, your smile,
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A narrative upon how things are over eons of time and if things remain the same over the many lifetimes that are relived. One day, in one lifetime, things might be different for those in their glass jars.
o piece of world no ended story dreamy, full colors of love on the blue sea death more than any feelings breath from the fathom of touching it's a slippy hug from the crystal water the Mermaid dear.........
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