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Mar 24
Sleepwalkers are following
the thin rope tethered to the ancient regime’s stone
they are going on a path paved of ludicrous storytellings
they’re passing through the cliff of illusion
while the deceiver plays his fiddle
its egregious sound twists their thoughts

beyond the illusion
there’s the awakening of the wonders.
Written by
Enrico Barig
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