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The uneatable is a mirage to those thirsty for an oases of dream like delusions. For nothing is waiting, Its only now that we see idyllic reflections. There aren't steps but a mirage of what our lives were. Every step is our creation to others dreams. That we help with, our every reflection is there's to strive for...
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
A Mirage Of Steps
The uneatable is a mirage to those thirsty for an oases of dream like delusions. For nothing is waiting, Its only now that we see idyllic reflections. There aren't steps but a mirage of what our lives were. Every step is our creation to others dreams. That we help with, our every reflection is there's to strive for...
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
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