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The day to day operations strung together with useless ventures are immaterial to the happiest man alive, who waits to silence nobody, but the doubt in his own mind Pushing the door open, it starts off weighing the world. Pulled, together, by the powers to be. Pulled, apart, by the powers, can't see. The gate holding back the answers is only accessed from inside What is not yet known takes some time... to be revealed... not doing 'that,' itself, because magic only happens when the sorcerer becomes the learned student Mistakes are miracles in disguise: seen from the top, as they are, but reeled from the bottom, as broken dreams
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
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The day to day operations strung together with useless ventures are immaterial to the happiest man alive, who waits to silence nobody, but the doubt in his own mind Pushing the door open, it starts off weighing the world. Pulled, together, by the powers to be. Pulled, apart, by the powers, can't see. The gate holding back the answers is only accessed from inside What is not yet known takes some time... to be revealed... not doing 'that,' itself, because magic only happens when the sorcerer becomes the learned student Mistakes are miracles in disguise: seen from the top, as they are, but reeled from the bottom, as broken dreams
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
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