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Sink / Sync
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Complete, First published Jul 24, 2017
They either Sink or Sync? 
Different thoughts popped right? 

We are talking about two. 
Two which belong together. 

Two , stronger than the world. 

Heart and The Mind. 

____________________________

the heart can take it no longer
when these days start to become shorter
so why don't we all escape this world 
and make ourselves new explorers. 

She Writes. She writes and turns the moons and stars into Words you can't forget. 

Vent, Rant, Set your soul free. 

Until, it makes sense.  ;)

Read on and do vote! 
Much love xx
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