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Fickle gleaming light once shown bright through the tunnels of your eye holes; dreaming and deeming yourself truthful in action and fastened in your traction (on the Traveled Path) A refraction, split in two. Mind soaked in indecisive dew. At a loss, where do the paths cross? Crossing your mind, two zig-zagging, spiraling, constantly colliding comet tails leave debris that hails down on the soft and welcoming surface of the brain.
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
Comet tails
Fickle gleaming light once shown bright through the tunnels of your eye holes; dreaming and deeming yourself truthful in action and fastened in your traction (on the Traveled Path) A refraction, split in two. Mind soaked in indecisive dew. At a loss, where do the paths cross? Crossing your mind, two zig-zagging, spiraling, constantly colliding comet tails leave debris that hails down on the soft and welcoming surface of the brain.
chris-rodgers
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Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
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