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Owl's eyes see with prophecy through the depths of the forest trees' limbs And those spirits... Witnessing the past, present and future.... These eyes understand either upside-down or backwards in visions of blue Like mirrors reflecting the sky, owls eyes perceive the stratosphere doorway in between light and shadow- Gifted as it is with a sprinkling of galaxies.... Owls eyes can see with magic- Their pupils are portals to Shangri-La and Tartarus where ghouls  waver their direction endlessly in a lemniscate Even in the most moon-less night they conceive palpably those ghosts that weap as they wander.
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
Owl's Eyes
Owl's eyes see with prophecy through the depths of the forest trees' limbs And those spirits... Witnessing the past, present and future.... These eyes understand either upside-down or backwards in visions of blue Like mirrors reflecting the sky, owls eyes perceive the stratosphere doorway in between light and shadow- Gifted as it is with a sprinkling of galaxies.... Owls eyes can see with magic- Their pupils are portals to Shangri-La and Tartarus where ghouls  waver their direction endlessly in a lemniscate Even in the most moon-less night they conceive palpably those ghosts that weap as they wander.
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
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