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May 2014
We will run through fields of fractals and light.
Curious clouds and ancient symbols will caress the sky.
The translucent thread of life will lightly tether our souls.
We will rip off the masks and dance to the rhythmic moon.
I will smile when the the truth drips from your tongue.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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