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Can I live through skin and bones and not have soul within Or shall I be a floating mist with no more touching skin Will I run the spinning world with feet to plant the ground Or will I rot with breezing scent and not have sprung a sound
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
Questing...
Can I live through skin and bones and not have soul within Or shall I be a floating mist with no more touching skin Will I run the spinning world with feet to plant the ground Or will I rot with breezing scent and not have sprung a sound
Human kind yearns to mark a history of their name within hard walls, than of soft sand. And with such desire comes war, a battle between mind, soul, and body. A journey to see which conciousness remains. A quest in question.
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16/Neither/Dipolog City, Zamboanga D
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
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