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Mar 2014
I felt my tide inhale and hold.
God, how they love to make the skies above you.

I stood there in awe of illusion of the staring sky,
witness of the two correct in flight.

Its biological.

Oh, the caricature of bliss, "I dance in light out of tune!"

Emerald shining beam to darkened corner.
*you are the only thing I use to keep from night
Written by
Cheshi
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