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A man born without wings into the ashes of a forest dead leaves and a valley of butterflies Bleached to be ethicless effortless as it is To go without pursuit of question A mind of matter Wherein death lies one doesn't know You're feeling all these expectancies all these dependencies Energy of yours, unhinged The screens written with the bastardisation of simple truths Rhythmic as a creature as spoken wavelength navigating A wondering memory standing in front of the collectives Transcendence above the impermanence A palace on the grounds among us, but separated dangerous minds of a phenomenon, in sequencing Unceasing in divinity and untempered by the indignation of his companions Free to be, among the meadows of ourselves.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
a-cross my heart, in tears a pleasure
A man born without wings into the ashes of a forest dead leaves and a valley of butterflies Bleached to be ethicless effortless as it is To go without pursuit of question A mind of matter Wherein death lies one doesn't know You're feeling all these expectancies all these dependencies Energy of yours, unhinged The screens written with the bastardisation of simple truths Rhythmic as a creature as spoken wavelength navigating A wondering memory standing in front of the collectives Transcendence above the impermanence A palace on the grounds among us, but separated dangerous minds of a phenomenon, in sequencing Unceasing in divinity and untempered by the indignation of his companions Free to be, among the meadows of ourselves.
A tribute to X. My prince, a brother, a spirit gone to the wind but never departed from the atmosphere he breathed for us.
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Valence
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Valence
F/Australia
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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