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CITY OF THE SOUL Dawn, take my sorrows. I tired of being a passenger of the dark. Make me awash with sensation. Let me forget despair. Let me feel the city’s vibration. I want to be a carefree wanderer upon wide open boulevards, piercing the veil of shadows’ oblivion, following a series of endless crossroads towards some conflagration of urban lights, captured by the conjurer of thoughts agility. I reach into all the hidden spaces searching for the essence of myself. Only there in the vastness of starless unconsciousness can I perceive that celestial expanse of light.
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Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 3:58 AM UTC
City of Soul
CITY OF THE SOUL Dawn, take my sorrows. I tired of being a passenger of the dark. Make me awash with sensation. Let me forget despair. Let me feel the city’s vibration. I want to be a carefree wanderer upon wide open boulevards, piercing the veil of shadows’ oblivion, following a series of endless crossroads towards some conflagration of urban lights, captured by the conjurer of thoughts agility. I reach into all the hidden spaces searching for the essence of myself. Only there in the vastness of starless unconsciousness can I perceive that celestial expanse of light.
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Sep 6, 2022
Sep 6, 2022 at 3:58 AM UTC
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