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Reconciled Glory
Figuring the forms of the nature divine presented us with, rising up those shadows under the sunlight and crawl up the tree trunk, the...
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Push the Tempo
Falling from the heights I’ve reached, I’ll push the ground deep beneath me, to reach the end more till the end, to touch the ground the...
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Chapter 8: Re - birth
A lot of time has passed, things have moved on, my relapse has ended, and now I am heading to a start on my own, dewy leaves and fresh...
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Utopic Illusions of a Baby
Rain drops scatter my imaginations around the blades of the windmill, they slowly churn away the wind as they sway away under their...
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