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    Your bright eyes two beacons in the dark reflect the moon’s pale glow intense and haunting. You move with silent strength through the dark realm of the forest cloaked in night and searching the deep corridors of your heart. Yet you are the rippling laughter of the brook the playful...
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    Can we unfold the mystery of the human soul? It is that rare bird that alights upon a branch, makes you catch your breath and beam at the surprise, but with a sudden blink it disappears. If not for the image imprinted on the eye, was it ever really there? Was it real? For as you struggled...
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    I can’t believe it! I’m so frantically ridiculously LATE !!! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! why can’t I ever be on TIME?!!! faces blur by on fast-forward and suddenly ONE blossoms out of the sea and time comes to a screeching STOP. in a second that is a lifetime I SEE remarkably clear and...
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    In a world of glass and steel, a maze of Black and White and Grey, these silent corridors echo out a dead and sterile feel. The steady ticking of the clock marks the metronome of Time, beating out the space until the turning of the Lock. The Emptiness is seeping through the doors and wi...
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    Flying through the night air Cold wind rushing through my ears Night and air conspire To throw off the bonds Of the material world I fly among the trees Sharp black forms Cut against an amethyst sky I whisk by them Fast and powerful as a nighthawk An enormous wave of melodious orchestral s...
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    There is a place called Loneliness where I currently reside, bewildered by what path did lead here and which to outward ride. The people here they do not see me, except to nod a head, and read politely of their lines, with nothing to be said. They smile when I smile, and nod correctly at ea...
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    a hinted stream of muddy dusty stones silent but for the rustle of brittle broken leaves sedges sage and grass strewn along the banks dry brown and dead or barely sustained by frugal veins buried deep the waterfalls now distant memories whose echo's serve to fill vast and empty spaces ch...
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