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An intro Of instrumental Snow— Captures This Void, And it’s not Winter Anymore. Tracing This triangle, Temporarily Drawn in. The pavement Expanded To the Milky Way, And I escaped The presence, Inside. Warmth Of fire Over cold Steel, Unveiling Someone’s View, Still. Sparks Flew over Desert Dust, A phantom In this present time. Saguaros Lined Hills At Dusk. Manifesting, Stolen hearts Stealing others’. Otherworldly, As if To discern No difference Between This life And the last.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
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An intro Of instrumental Snow— Captures This Void, And it’s not Winter Anymore. Tracing This triangle, Temporarily Drawn in. The pavement Expanded To the Milky Way, And I escaped The presence, Inside. Warmth Of fire Over cold Steel, Unveiling Someone’s View, Still. Sparks Flew over Desert Dust, A phantom In this present time. Saguaros Lined Hills At Dusk. Manifesting, Stolen hearts Stealing others’. Otherworldly, As if To discern No difference Between This life And the last.
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40/F/A Dream
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
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