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as the shadows speak to one another in whispers above my traveling thoughts what to make of this seeker of deeper dreams I surprise them when I hear their voices through the lucid silence and the bending seams like a surgeon's surprise when a patient's eyes flash open from deepest slumber they are drawn to me in my dream scape sea and 333 is my number though I be the one in search of answers there are questions within you I raise for the King of lost souls and graveyard dancers can provide you a glimpse of your living days
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
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as the shadows speak to one another in whispers above my traveling thoughts what to make of this seeker of deeper dreams I surprise them when I hear their voices through the lucid silence and the bending seams like a surgeon's surprise when a patient's eyes flash open from deepest slumber they are drawn to me in my dream scape sea and 333 is my number though I be the one in search of answers there are questions within you I raise for the King of lost souls and graveyard dancers can provide you a glimpse of your living days
I am so often awakened by the shadows
RoyDeckard
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
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