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At times they've been so clearly within reach chances to step into the actual light strolling along the edge of the living close to freedom along similated sight Messages came and tried to be seen meaningful and always persistant although they knew where I had been insight from them seemed so distant Echoes wanting to escape from the soul many nights of forest thick with darkness encompassing all of the mind and heart so far jaded in the ways of evolution Many would simply say that it's  this life being called by random opportunity they've often been known to fit together the best would plummet while they stall The results lay where the mind cannot see they bewilder those who try to look into them the vast place where we cannot yet be the open space where the time cannot flee Almost everything needed is there or here depending on where we look into the midnight or out in the day the covers mean nothing without the book
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
VAST ASLEEP [by Beaumon Vaga ] 5-16-2013
At times they've been so clearly within reach chances to step into the actual light strolling along the edge of the living close to freedom along similated sight Messages came and tried to be seen meaningful and always persistant although they knew where I had been insight from them seemed so distant Echoes wanting to escape from the soul many nights of forest thick with darkness encompassing all of the mind and heart so far jaded in the ways of evolution Many would simply say that it's  this life being called by random opportunity they've often been known to fit together the best would plummet while they stall The results lay where the mind cannot see they bewilder those who try to look into them the vast place where we cannot yet be the open space where the time cannot flee Almost everything needed is there or here depending on where we look into the midnight or out in the day the covers mean nothing without the book
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
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