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How about the crazy thoughts. The ones that sleep behind your eyes. Have you ever seen the truth. The ways, in waves of what is not. The sinking of the curtains. The floating hope. Can a mind unwound, find itself a spool. Calm itself. Calm and cool. Is the heat a growing pain. Is the heat forever gain. It, the pain forges, molds, shapes, Hones the sense. Creates new dimensions. Options, Opines, And Governs. Is there option , or fate fatale.
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
A breaking place.
How about the crazy thoughts. The ones that sleep behind your eyes. Have you ever seen the truth. The ways, in waves of what is not. The sinking of the curtains. The floating hope. Can a mind unwound, find itself a spool. Calm itself. Calm and cool. Is the heat a growing pain. Is the heat forever gain. It, the pain forges, molds, shapes, Hones the sense. Creates new dimensions. Options, Opines, And Governs. Is there option , or fate fatale.
Leay
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
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