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A celestial light Shined bright Like a light beam In an ethereal dream A dream of spectrums Of ideal perfections
What comes around the cycle repeats around itself, Escalation of time preceded by the focus of oneself, Enough it has, enough it was, and enough it'll never be. Why though ?
Those who have felt it know its impossible now to forget. How consuming the darkness is yet we were not done, were we? We still have our time left, our strength to move on. "Come, Consume me," I say.
Your writhen thoughts had unexplainable august about them, I wonder from what this could stem? They have remarkable semblance to knotted fingers, The way each twines into my mind and lingers, Drawing me in,
As I drive, I suddenly feel the need
T’was not at once mine own love with her fell
there were pretty daises but the lights are all gone the sun’s on vacation the stars have seen a galaxy far more beautiful than ours they’ve gone on a journey the light bulbs have burst