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eye of storm feels good inanely safe cloak of unreality supplanting sense as trap shuts butterfly hovers gently in silken web rests stupidly charmed while harm beckons illusions numb cerebral space battle weary instincts spent on long haul gusts of warning winds ignored as incongruent aberrations unworthy of note but sword will drop mayhem eclipse former state past suspension truncated exposed as raw reality severs dreams barnacled to beguiling specious notion
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
- tales we tell ourselves -
eye of storm feels good inanely safe cloak of unreality supplanting sense as trap shuts butterfly hovers gently in silken web rests stupidly charmed while harm beckons illusions numb cerebral space battle weary instincts spent on long haul gusts of warning winds ignored as incongruent aberrations unworthy of note but sword will drop mayhem eclipse former state past suspension truncated exposed as raw reality severs dreams barnacled to beguiling specious notion
beware the weariness that eclipses knowing... and reason... it will exact a price
eleanor-prince
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
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