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I am over flowing. A tempest, Of temperamental triads and Trebuchet casting wards past ivory towers. My silent guardian, Now waxes in power and glow. It's shadow wanes from the movement Of Whimsical celestial tops. Dancing, to natures infinite rise and fall rhythm
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
The moon casts power
I am over flowing. A tempest, Of temperamental triads and Trebuchet casting wards past ivory towers. My silent guardian, Now waxes in power and glow. It's shadow wanes from the movement Of Whimsical celestial tops. Dancing, to natures infinite rise and fall rhythm
inspired by the moon
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
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