Running down a tunnel of love no ravens or sparrows just snow white doves. No distraction no going back the tunnel of love is a very long hack.
Light at the end straight as a dye never bending or hurting the eye. Laughter and joy and no more tears.
Running fast towards the light slowly leaving the black lonely night never turning till its far out of sight.
Rhythm of the Ink 
Loved this a lot mark
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