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A foreverness, a looking glass that looks into endlessness full of emptiness, unhappiness and a corner, chipped, that spreads the image resigned to hopelessness. I have an empathy with these things that look but do not see, these minutes fixed to an eternity, if I am free, If I unwind, if I ever find the unknown or am shown the question, the answer will follow.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
A desperate hand
A foreverness, a looking glass that looks into endlessness full of emptiness, unhappiness and a corner, chipped, that spreads the image resigned to hopelessness. I have an empathy with these things that look but do not see, these minutes fixed to an eternity, if I am free, If I unwind, if I ever find the unknown or am shown the question, the answer will follow.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
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