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Feb 2013
...Dreams are made
when the world is quiet
A slumber into the deep
not of the abyss
neither of the drowning
Stillness
as perfect as
Her dance in the fire
Then a rainbow of men
twisted by colors
of deceiving skies
Hidden stains of a cloud
whispers a nightmare
and Her songs
succumbed into
despair...
Mek
Jan09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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