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Shadows of the light and solace by early demons Veins cutting through leaves as the flowers shrink and bleed Time ticking backwards as the future reveals itself Past, making it's grand entrance in our minds when the present feels overwhelming enough Mind, whirling in monsters, as the heart's burdened by its own tissues.
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 8:56 AM UTC
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Shadows of the light and solace by early demons Veins cutting through leaves as the flowers shrink and bleed Time ticking backwards as the future reveals itself Past, making it's grand entrance in our minds when the present feels overwhelming enough Mind, whirling in monsters, as the heart's burdened by its own tissues.
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Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 8:56 AM UTC
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