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If only I could grasp what I've always been trying to get a hold of. Again, letting sand slip through my fingers, laying back to float on the daunting shadows coasted on the river riding the rapids once again watching days turn to years the sun into the moon until swept from below - as the tale always goes a man in the dark, looming the land and skies afrow asking where the wicked set their sow we all know its the river below which flows unto eternal sound Vibration at its highest currency collision You've heard its painless to drown no need to worry, or make a sound let it all come down all can't be found until light is shed in dark places when sacrifice begins succumation the need for precipitation perpetuation to wash my red hands clean dawn the new moon, I'm ready for the next this time to remember the paths I've taken together for this single moment of existence a chance again to be divine to escape the eternal river below so i no longer have to live and let go love, hate, feel, and grow if only i could know the third seed my body shall sprout, which's vine i will climb to the eternal valley
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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If only I could grasp what I've always been trying to get a hold of. Again, letting sand slip through my fingers, laying back to float on the daunting shadows coasted on the river riding the rapids once again watching days turn to years the sun into the moon until swept from below - as the tale always goes a man in the dark, looming the land and skies afrow asking where the wicked set their sow we all know its the river below which flows unto eternal sound Vibration at its highest currency collision You've heard its painless to drown no need to worry, or make a sound let it all come down all can't be found until light is shed in dark places when sacrifice begins succumation the need for precipitation perpetuation to wash my red hands clean dawn the new moon, I'm ready for the next this time to remember the paths I've taken together for this single moment of existence a chance again to be divine to escape the eternal river below so i no longer have to live and let go love, hate, feel, and grow if only i could know the third seed my body shall sprout, which's vine i will climb to the eternal valley
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courtney-miller
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Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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