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Uninspired By and by a passersby Another grace for grains of sand Loiter lingering longer Down low below beneath your toes The sublimity of heaven Farther furthest spaces Within and beyond the fleshy faces Far from firmament and sacrament The stages we pretend perform A jig getting down jiggy without The doubt that cuts not rugs But peace of mindful tiers Enlighten me to wake yet feign To not feel endangerous the hollow Spaces that wide open A nothingness of soul A sky of soot and funeral silt or soil We darken our glow to not toil Thou wilts Give praise, This miracle of days to witness Nothing else we make less But ourselves With fear and doomsday loudly Cry. Each scintilla of a sigh profoundly Forever feels like A spark Big banged life's boomerang Why worry to go hurry in lines Manga tales Minds bright implosions Think tank We drank and wankers Laugh Feeling glad bags Full of glory. You are one in this box Sphere made of fear Shape your story. Don't drown in the Gobi Or such empty tears Eyes panorama grand o holy! Sshhh. be we wide awake...? (To’lly)
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
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Uninspired By and by a passersby Another grace for grains of sand Loiter lingering longer Down low below beneath your toes The sublimity of heaven Farther furthest spaces Within and beyond the fleshy faces Far from firmament and sacrament The stages we pretend perform A jig getting down jiggy without The doubt that cuts not rugs But peace of mindful tiers Enlighten me to wake yet feign To not feel endangerous the hollow Spaces that wide open A nothingness of soul A sky of soot and funeral silt or soil We darken our glow to not toil Thou wilts Give praise, This miracle of days to witness Nothing else we make less But ourselves With fear and doomsday loudly Cry. Each scintilla of a sigh profoundly Forever feels like A spark Big banged life's boomerang Why worry to go hurry in lines Manga tales Minds bright implosions Think tank We drank and wankers Laugh Feeling glad bags Full of glory. You are one in this box Sphere made of fear Shape your story. Don't drown in the Gobi Or such empty tears Eyes panorama grand o holy! Sshhh. be we wide awake...? (To’lly)
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
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