Within the depths of the heart that art the night the sight upon own eyes as the tread of the feet embed emotions and thoughts. The caught within a time-frame of time that align and line the journeying of the soul. Seeking the course of the draw of the morning wooing own soul to refine and fine the unravel of times and seasons that beckon for fascinate and intrigue. The roguishness and eagerness that encircle the compose of life seeking a facilitate of calming the heightening tense and dense of immense. Awhile the lens of the eye draw the depth of emotions and thoughts surfacing and resurfacing upon the tread of time.
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