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Feb 2015
Days gone by as slow as the final phase of the moon.  
Hibernation becomes a trap, not well constructed.
I'm ready to break down the walls that surround us
Surrender to the day, surrender to the night, surrender to life.
Just release me from the imprisonment of your mind.
Fast forward a few years and be a part of the new vision,
Become history to the years we've settled upon.
Zigmaz F
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Zigmaz F
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