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Laid on a starbound white vessel of profound sspirit. Dont pay attention to the horrors in the shadow, they can eat you alive if you let them. They aren't folk heroes, They're faux heroes Alien tremors like indigo ephemerals The vibrations are not elastic but Real creatures in the night The sun isn't shining light, its sharing a shadow Believe what you want, spiritual by passing at best The skull eclipses have gone and went The moon lets the blood, the dark Has sent its blessings Time to move on, shedding skin Like cocooned butterflys or snakes at age A new age of reality has begun on the 4th page 4 dimensions Burn some sage, prepare for the transcendence
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
The Pith of a Blood Orange Eclipse
Laid on a starbound white vessel of profound sspirit. Dont pay attention to the horrors in the shadow, they can eat you alive if you let them. They aren't folk heroes, They're faux heroes Alien tremors like indigo ephemerals The vibrations are not elastic but Real creatures in the night The sun isn't shining light, its sharing a shadow Believe what you want, spiritual by passing at best The skull eclipses have gone and went The moon lets the blood, the dark Has sent its blessings Time to move on, shedding skin Like cocooned butterflys or snakes at age A new age of reality has begun on the 4th page 4 dimensions Burn some sage, prepare for the transcendence
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zac-walter
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
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