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Lethargy

The cortex that makes you dream                                                                                                      Is the desire you brim from a past defeat                                                                                    This is the fact of many and the truth of the outrageous.                                                               I dream from my imagination, from the facts of my own heart.                                              The past … Continue reading

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…ABUSED…

Poseidon dreams of victory, His manliness often feels challenged His recollect of his value is being drained away. I remember the all, His position, function and gall It is hard to communicate when he tries to change his own setting from … Continue reading

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WiLd WoMaN.

For guards                                                                                                                                                                                   For structure                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            For lyfe and death. Without death there is no life, which is a reprehension that will never destroy the light or cure regret.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I aint, I can’t, I won’t … Continue reading

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Cockpit and Ravine.

When pretence is based on an assumption the outcome is always re-definable.   When notion is carried without all the facts the stripes are in the context of assume.   History is always a tale of said, yet the empowerment … Continue reading

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Ropes, Hooks & Pulleys.

Similarities and differences are the insigne of individuality and unique. The suppressive conformities with stringencies to assimilate is the emptying of formidable culture. Processioned with the fantastical amendments to truth and the distortions of facts from the attempts to refurbish … Continue reading

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Warmth !

Snow has individuality, for each flake has it’s own intricacy. For some life represents chasing that uniqueness to warm from the aches of frost. Accept that difference is what makes harmony and habits. For some life is the path of … Continue reading

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Yule tide.

Silence is never individual Persona is always flirty Good light illuminates only what the heart wants to see in the sky By the permits of the integrative, that the Earthen Mother delivers all must comply. Sections Shades and Satellites Has only … Continue reading

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If something comes from war it has the aversive effect to create war… this said, War isn’t the insigne of itself it is but a renouncement of power mongers and directive assailants egotistical assault upon humanity and civility. Let there … Continue reading

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Believing what you see is a hazard of hypocrisy.

Some see a window to the floor. Some see a window to the sky. Some see a window pain and nothing more. Some dream it’s a window to the world. Or pretend it holds a cornerstone of foundation? Some immerse … Continue reading

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Classification and Heroics.

Some have style Some have grace Some live in denial, And many try to figure a pace. Mainstream is a conglomerate A deluge of insist and counterpart of thought, Fascism a hort. Fetish’s are either rampant or a port. Infliction … Continue reading

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