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The words ring hollow time and time again hard to grasp, or swallow above beyond, no win Lines been put together like crumbs upon the wind no leash and yes, no tether like angel wings, been pinned Blood like ink from feather heart and soul described dire is the coldest weather felt deep and far, inside Hear what you will and may read into the lines and prose rhyming while still at play right up until, the close So say the corporeal and give the devil due mayhap called temporal ending here in fugue
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
Just a movement and a moment, in time
The words ring hollow time and time again hard to grasp, or swallow above beyond, no win Lines been put together like crumbs upon the wind no leash and yes, no tether like angel wings, been pinned Blood like ink from feather heart and soul described dire is the coldest weather felt deep and far, inside Hear what you will and may read into the lines and prose rhyming while still at play right up until, the close So say the corporeal and give the devil due mayhap called temporal ending here in fugue
Just a touch of what it means some truth some bitter time like finding that in the end gone spoiled has fine whine D:
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
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