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it's a short dance between the night and, say the morning dreamy hope moon trance missing heartbeats scary haunting prowls distant shards of darkness and a soft release with a hint of silence. My drugged fantasy follows the rhyme masters: trans-Atlantic dwellers icy treasure keepers sights of sacred mountains and powerful embracing (never self-effacing) of half-life, half-death. My pen poised and struggles: such a crazy evening such seductive welcome sights perfectly imagined and accomplished howls of the gospel sayings. I'm a northern demon painting ashen skies as I watch vampires of dark past returning. Such a hard unlearning: memories are future souls burning that whisper to us through the ancient dust of painless forgetting freedom fragments chasing precious bonds of wisdom, perfect dreamy angels.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
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it's a short dance between the night and, say the morning dreamy hope moon trance missing heartbeats scary haunting prowls distant shards of darkness and a soft release with a hint of silence. My drugged fantasy follows the rhyme masters: trans-Atlantic dwellers icy treasure keepers sights of sacred mountains and powerful embracing (never self-effacing) of half-life, half-death. My pen poised and struggles: such a crazy evening such seductive welcome sights perfectly imagined and accomplished howls of the gospel sayings. I'm a northern demon painting ashen skies as I watch vampires of dark past returning. Such a hard unlearning: memories are future souls burning that whisper to us through the ancient dust of painless forgetting freedom fragments chasing precious bonds of wisdom, perfect dreamy angels.
tony-novak
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
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