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This night drifts slowly towards the dawn. Such nights are for slow songs and solitude. To contemplate; create. To open hidden doors. To fill blank pages With oceans of consciousness.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Slow Nights
This night drifts slowly towards the dawn. Such nights are for slow songs and solitude. To contemplate; create. To open hidden doors. To fill blank pages With oceans of consciousness.
Rather-timbuilt
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
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