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life and time travel

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curiosity.
it taught me this from that.
yet the sadness comes to show,
that you have yet to obtain the "dividing line" of this derisive called life
so you listen to the silence of exploding.
quietly, the moon melts swiftly on to your skin of tranquility.
the grass, tickles all senses...awarness spreads now.
no, we are not where we belong.
to look into the eyes of time
completly colorles, just the reasurance of your refelction.
attracted to the unnatural,breathing the breath of irony.
avoiding nostalgic wounds.
oh!, whats in a name?





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