A as in Atlantis

With these eyes,

i thee read, these lines, repeating after me,

Love thyself first mover-

Touching is not happy after ever.

All we wanted was with in us, All ready

an honor about Time.

Cherishing those kaleidoscope views 

as the clouds grew and threw shadows for depth,

making perfect patterns that reflect you 

and eye am more voluminous than any body of work

with more baritone than you can 

Here,

horizontally.

Deeper than i can sea.

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