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| stren |
| ...is this holy crow above me ? Black as holes within memory, and blue as new, second sun. I stick my hand into the shadow, to pull the pieces from the sand. Try attempt to reassembe, to see just who I might have been...I do not recognize the vessel...but the eyes seem so familiar, like phosphoresent destert buttons, singing one familiar song... |
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| XoxidE |
que?
(what?)
so...you wrote a poem or something?
or did you just lose your mind? |
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| infinity HiGH |
| It's a song.... |
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| stren |
A child's rhyme stuck in my head...it said that life is but a dream...
i've spent so many years in question, to find out, i've known this all along... |
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