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im crafting my journey the way  from the dim 

as the light is blind eye that i cant see 

days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright 

mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night

as if we record it all memory  has its own conscience  loop...... natraul instinct 

only discripture we reharse whats  imported not so much important  

mind thinks inside, not out thats why our intentions are most based on our attentions 

mind power   beyound measure remincseing on the days

mind waiting on  time to past cause time has no age 

so how long will i last? when my mind is only a figment away from not sharing everything.

 

Stephen Turner Jr

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