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In the forest of my mind, Few words are ever spoken Sounds are lost in the distances, Thought become so broken Shadows casting daydreams, Which my darkness cannot release Singularity in Sunshine of a future outcome yet to cease Finding only stillness in balance of the off centered night Wondering whether my body, Or my soul, Will catch flight Soaring above the emotions ebbs, Of imaginary flows Trying to avoid absolutes, Inside tumultuous lowed But perfection is elusive, Like a sun that sets in the east Never change to something, That does not call to your inner beast
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Feast the crows
In the forest of my mind, Few words are ever spoken Sounds are lost in the distances, Thought become so broken Shadows casting daydreams, Which my darkness cannot release Singularity in Sunshine of a future outcome yet to cease Finding only stillness in balance of the off centered night Wondering whether my body, Or my soul, Will catch flight Soaring above the emotions ebbs, Of imaginary flows Trying to avoid absolutes, Inside tumultuous lowed But perfection is elusive, Like a sun that sets in the east Never change to something, That does not call to your inner beast
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
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