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Jan 2015
The possibilities, the chances, the causes.
The results
Forever rounded in time
The course
No straight path, revisit the past,
And that is the feeling.
When catching a glimpse of intensity.
When sights bridge during a seconds split.
And then lost.
Led by a mindless state.

Into the depths of the mind's abyss
There is no light. Sight. Lost.
Intertwining grips. Proceed.
Take those lost with us. Lead.
Bur round and round to nature's end.
The self,  of yours
Is where this loop ends.

Endless.
Iken Vay
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Iken Vay
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   Kate Irons and Ariel Baptista
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