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Faint breathing Turns to gasping for love saturated air. Through the nocturnal imagination, Led by wishful thinking. All senses lay sharpened Waiting to pierce through the love charged air. An orb of white light appears. Ripped out of its nest, Torn out of someone’s soul. Every night, Faint breathing Turns to gasping for love saturated air. Millions of orbs Search for their long lost heir. A kingdom of warmth and compassion waits to be ruled. But, every night Through the nocturnal imagination, White light is led by wishful thinking Of finding it’s nest, Free of heartless fools.
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
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Faint breathing Turns to gasping for love saturated air. Through the nocturnal imagination, Led by wishful thinking. All senses lay sharpened Waiting to pierce through the love charged air. An orb of white light appears. Ripped out of its nest, Torn out of someone’s soul. Every night, Faint breathing Turns to gasping for love saturated air. Millions of orbs Search for their long lost heir. A kingdom of warmth and compassion waits to be ruled. But, every night Through the nocturnal imagination, White light is led by wishful thinking Of finding it’s nest, Free of heartless fools.
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
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