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By The-Drifter-From-heaven I could feel the sounds of nature's symphony; Not hear— I could hear the warmth of the early morning sun and the chill of the midnight breeze; Not feel— I could feel and hear the beautiful morning landscape— And the midnight skyline with the moon and the stars— A lantern in the dark; Not see— I am neither deaf, nor blind, torpid or numb— But in this sensory world—I find my own truth, For; I am, who I am—the simple heart of the doomed.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
The Doomed outsider
By The-Drifter-From-heaven I could feel the sounds of nature's symphony; Not hear— I could hear the warmth of the early morning sun and the chill of the midnight breeze; Not feel— I could feel and hear the beautiful morning landscape— And the midnight skyline with the moon and the stars— A lantern in the dark; Not see— I am neither deaf, nor blind, torpid or numb— But in this sensory world—I find my own truth, For; I am, who I am—the simple heart of the doomed.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
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