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Overstepping the limit The line once drawn by The enmeshment of all familiar faces Conditionally loving their reflection In my face The pain of falling Of being alone in the dark is so Overwhelmingly tangible But ones who dare Ones who soar high And fiercely live Fall into themselves Willingly Off the cliff of familiar And into the unknown But deeply felt Light Of creative release
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
Coffins are comfortable too
Overstepping the limit The line once drawn by The enmeshment of all familiar faces Conditionally loving their reflection In my face The pain of falling Of being alone in the dark is so Overwhelmingly tangible But ones who dare Ones who soar high And fiercely live Fall into themselves Willingly Off the cliff of familiar And into the unknown But deeply felt Light Of creative release
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
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