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:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧*                                                                             the day ends                                                                          singing to us                                                                        ourselves to                                                                      each-other                                                                    of the hour                                                                  to a minute                                                               on the clock                                                            we drink roses                                                         for fading embers                                                         the burning match                                                          that proverbial breath                                                                 the familiar pull                                                                   towards dreams                                                                     towards sorrow                                                                                  the pain                                                                                     the joy                                                                                        from                                                                                      dust                                                                                      to                                                                                dust                                                                           emptiness                                                                       orderliness                                                                  indifference                                                         mounds of gold                                                     ignorant shiny                                                  pile of ashes                                                enlightened                                             afterthought                                          in the morning                                         in the evening                                         all the beauty                                          is all suffering                                           living forever                                            dying together                                             hands over fists :・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
paradoxes and parables
:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧*                                                                             the day ends                                                                          singing to us                                                                        ourselves to                                                                      each-other                                                                    of the hour                                                                  to a minute                                                               on the clock                                                            we drink roses                                                         for fading embers                                                         the burning match                                                          that proverbial breath                                                                 the familiar pull                                                                   towards dreams                                                                     towards sorrow                                                                                  the pain                                                                                     the joy                                                                                        from                                                                                      dust                                                                                      to                                                                                dust                                                                           emptiness                                                                       orderliness                                                                  indifference                                                         mounds of gold                                                     ignorant shiny                                                  pile of ashes                                                enlightened                                             afterthought                                          in the morning                                         in the evening                                         all the beauty                                          is all suffering                                           living forever                                            dying together                                             hands over fists :・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚✧:・゚
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