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Jan 2014
wrinkles of fire,
parting the atmospheric
sea surrounding.
lost within
the flame,
i watch my troubles
flowing
into the smoke,
drifting into
the wind,
dancing upon
the void.
floating ever upwards,
whispering
my troubles
to the transcendent
ears of the
angles that hide
in the spaces
of silence and
the moments
of darkness
between the stars.
tayler
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tayler
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