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as you trod upon your floral dream-world pierots on pillows gaze. watching you with intent. peonies are being pulled back beneath, the false divider, between earth and fire. barriers. are simply states of your soul stuck watching, divine totems decapitate themselves instead of succumbing to slumber. the blades on which you rest end abruptly. leaving only an ancient path within. lost somewhere between dying dynasties. there is a hole in the dirt where gravity sings, to cobblestone satellites scanning the skies. for more than a sign that knowledge need not be, a colossal misconception... transcending even the most distant star cluster.
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Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
calling the clusters by their right name
as you trod upon your floral dream-world pierots on pillows gaze. watching you with intent. peonies are being pulled back beneath, the false divider, between earth and fire. barriers. are simply states of your soul stuck watching, divine totems decapitate themselves instead of succumbing to slumber. the blades on which you rest end abruptly. leaving only an ancient path within. lost somewhere between dying dynasties. there is a hole in the dirt where gravity sings, to cobblestone satellites scanning the skies. for more than a sign that knowledge need not be, a colossal misconception... transcending even the most distant star cluster.
jenn-gardner
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Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
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