

Telephone CallSoul vanishes through ear to catch every Sigh, shout, song, noise of a passing car, voice, echo, quiver Like a silent net that absorbs your world Which becomes a memory never to unburden That I will only hear, rewind like a tape I record I will never sell for empty talk of blaspheming lips A sound I long to melt in, a place I dream of walking in That my imagination built with crumbs of evidence Coming from headphones I am glued to still.Telephone Call


I BloomAmerica, here I come To ignorant paradise from intelligent slum. Born into fusion Mixed into cocktail Without certain origin Destined not to fail Existing in confusion Surviving through the hail Stamped by diversity, I bloom into this world with curiosity!I Bloom
Shining Through
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Es más lo que no sabes de mí que lo que crees que sabes
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I wish for all people to learn to love and by looking through each other's eyes, learn to love the rest of the world.
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Es más lo que no sabes de mí que lo que crees que sabes
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I wish for all people to learn to love and by looking through each other's eyes, learn to love the rest of the world.
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Es más lo que no sabes de mí que lo que crees que sabes
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ashengrayskies photography and artwork
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I wish for all people to learn to love and by looking through each other's eyes, learn to love the rest of the world.
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To thine own self be true -
W. Shakespeare
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