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I.) Faint scents harmonize with various forms of language which mortals find puzzling. But we’re different, we know how words wound. It smells like blood, bittersweet if tasted. II.) We're building walls around heaven because we're afraid of needing things we might be obsessed to. III.) Others tried to reach the mystical place above, but were unsuccessful. They can only do so when wings don’t prevent them from falling. IV.) Two worlds prayed for a chance to break the barrier. It can only happen when prayers quit needing words.
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
City of Angels
I.) Faint scents harmonize with various forms of language which mortals find puzzling. But we’re different, we know how words wound. It smells like blood, bittersweet if tasted. II.) We're building walls around heaven because we're afraid of needing things we might be obsessed to. III.) Others tried to reach the mystical place above, but were unsuccessful. They can only do so when wings don’t prevent them from falling. IV.) Two worlds prayed for a chance to break the barrier. It can only happen when prayers quit needing words.
there's only the infinite and the impatient, the anxious and the ignorant, the silent and the reckless.
tarma-de
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
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