The reminding of what I already knew.
The within us.
Our separated bloodlines.
Our interpretations .
Love of the River before it passes under the bridge.
I looked up over the doorway...... I see the pictures of you and feel the lonely in me.
HI Dad..... part of me is checking on you.
Equilibrium finds itself.
Our misdirection.
Relics is from the past or are from the past.
What I offer is kind of opportunistic .
Just before the waking moment.
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