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The gray cloudy sky scream(ing)s Only icy clouds throw down their hail-on the earth- To **** the green (belt) with their viole(n)t dance- And (to )red(d) ( the) shadowy earth- still cries-we are alive- Throwing up all  its war(ren) shadows to the sky To reach the per(im)manent heaven with their painful sacrifice. The heaven strenuously may (h)eat the pain (through) In silence- we are existent-we feel the pain- The last remnants of the green may rustle in the leaves Trying to soak into the rotten yellow. The blue may (stage) whisper in the breeze, Holding the memories of the past. Voices from extra dimensions (I live adding new dimensions to my life) And psychedelic visions May irreversibly modify the ( sixth) sense of the reality.
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Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
The (Sixth) Sense
The gray cloudy sky scream(ing)s Only icy clouds throw down their hail-on the earth- To **** the green (belt) with their viole(n)t dance- And (to )red(d) ( the) shadowy earth- still cries-we are alive- Throwing up all  its war(ren) shadows to the sky To reach the per(im)manent heaven with their painful sacrifice. The heaven strenuously may (h)eat the pain (through) In silence- we are existent-we feel the pain- The last remnants of the green may rustle in the leaves Trying to soak into the rotten yellow. The blue may (stage) whisper in the breeze, Holding the memories of the past. Voices from extra dimensions (I live adding new dimensions to my life) And psychedelic visions May irreversibly modify the ( sixth) sense of the reality.
marieta-maglas
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Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
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