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a tiny traversed vertical noise a chatter space a time thing I go down to the cellar cellular and wifi not here to interfere any more with my deep seated rhythms rhyme an ancient paradigm with the oil burner by my side the darkness mold and mystery brewing calm satisfied  cruel radar alone in the cold dankness near I feel a comfort bold almost mystical speak to me the altered states the after day and nights became a different dream the awesomeness of letting loose in a cellar a long lost muse spoke and sung danced and used my spirit my obtuseness obvious my sway to her tune my feebleness all caught between her haunting voice her croon away I went to dark alone but for her doom an island there in the middle of nowhere
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
her island
a tiny traversed vertical noise a chatter space a time thing I go down to the cellar cellular and wifi not here to interfere any more with my deep seated rhythms rhyme an ancient paradigm with the oil burner by my side the darkness mold and mystery brewing calm satisfied  cruel radar alone in the cold dankness near I feel a comfort bold almost mystical speak to me the altered states the after day and nights became a different dream the awesomeness of letting loose in a cellar a long lost muse spoke and sung danced and used my spirit my obtuseness obvious my sway to her tune my feebleness all caught between her haunting voice her croon away I went to dark alone but for her doom an island there in the middle of nowhere
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
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