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There is a myth Allied to moonlight Chased into darkness Morning rising too soon Smelling delicate dew Cupped in newly opened blooms A million micro worlds Falling and crawling Within the vast and yearning Rolling and turning Moralities and madness Beliefs and blasphemies Who says which is life? But for myself I doubt Purity disturbs me and Righteousness makes me nervous For all life is truth Whether in sky or on earth And in each myth We live and die                                     By Phil Roberts
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
OF MYTHS
There is a myth Allied to moonlight Chased into darkness Morning rising too soon Smelling delicate dew Cupped in newly opened blooms A million micro worlds Falling and crawling Within the vast and yearning Rolling and turning Moralities and madness Beliefs and blasphemies Who says which is life? But for myself I doubt Purity disturbs me and Righteousness makes me nervous For all life is truth Whether in sky or on earth And in each myth We live and die                                     By Phil Roberts
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