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invisible stolen from the naked eye beyond understanding floating in enlightenment— you cannot be touched you glow, you shine, you blind an illusion, a mirror beyond the depths of realism, into skepticism; a wall: paralyzed, empty longing to be heard, a whistle in the wind— a shot in the dark closing in, an abyss; past surrealism, into oblivion reach out.. make contact, accept your call don't delay, time doesn't wait; it is now— or it is never
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
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invisible stolen from the naked eye beyond understanding floating in enlightenment— you cannot be touched you glow, you shine, you blind an illusion, a mirror beyond the depths of realism, into skepticism; a wall: paralyzed, empty longing to be heard, a whistle in the wind— a shot in the dark closing in, an abyss; past surrealism, into oblivion reach out.. make contact, accept your call don't delay, time doesn't wait; it is now— or it is never
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
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