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Persuasive notions locked away, in many minds that go astray; When working along cryptic lines, which falter during chaotic times. While hidden in a separate space, these musings tend to be erased; Forgotten now in empty spheres, dissolve as echoes of chronic fears. Perhaps society has been foretold, of magic tales so brave and bold; Yet through the mastery of lies, they disappear before our eyes. Inside the quaintly shuttered room, the words seem subtle but still in tune; When wanton tales aroused before, a complex world of closing doors.
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Behind Closed Doors
Persuasive notions locked away, in many minds that go astray; When working along cryptic lines, which falter during chaotic times. While hidden in a separate space, these musings tend to be erased; Forgotten now in empty spheres, dissolve as echoes of chronic fears. Perhaps society has been foretold, of magic tales so brave and bold; Yet through the mastery of lies, they disappear before our eyes. Inside the quaintly shuttered room, the words seem subtle but still in tune; When wanton tales aroused before, a complex world of closing doors.
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
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