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At dead of night in the muteness I sleep, And set I my dreaming imagination free. "Will these visions pass to where by Death Victims think -held captive by their depth?" 'Oh what a shame is a wast'd mind, I think!' The landscape of our dreams needn't blink So dim, so dull -subjacent and sunken low! 'Wherefrom comes such limits in the skull?' My mind aches to be in the know -not now. "Could I endeavor to provide it somehow?" I dream all things: Past, Future, & Present; And if I could I'd  project it without lament. All that I see to thee, profound as that may Be: but at least we would be on one page.
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
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At dead of night in the muteness I sleep, And set I my dreaming imagination free. "Will these visions pass to where by Death Victims think -held captive by their depth?" 'Oh what a shame is a wast'd mind, I think!' The landscape of our dreams needn't blink So dim, so dull -subjacent and sunken low! 'Wherefrom comes such limits in the skull?' My mind aches to be in the know -not now. "Could I endeavor to provide it somehow?" I dream all things: Past, Future, & Present; And if I could I'd  project it without lament. All that I see to thee, profound as that may Be: but at least we would be on one page.
jamie-l-cantore
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Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
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