There's something that I like, that I see, that I want, yet I don't know what it is. I know the sensation, yet I don't know the feeling. How ironic it must be to know what I want but not know what it is. I see it in some things, I see it in some people. Tangible. Metaphorically tangible. If I could I would do it all over again, through the same aches and pains just to find that one thing. That one thing that holds all together...
Harmony
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R.Y. the Sky, the tale of Rokai.
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