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Calmly, like black geese on the migrate upon the hues of dusky trailers, Mist gathered to set out around the mountain you solely statued upon. The star shun through a piece of firmament unpatched by the cloudy And the full moon rized majestically over a jagged horizon. What is this cold wind then that visits the sentimental? It sets in as it steals whilst leaving Blackened frost crusting my bones with fiery marrow pulsing, Burning with the rage of a thousand soldiers' knell. The shadows of hell die into the center of my eyes As my screaming soul dreams smilingly of seering doors being shut, My heath wriths with familiar demons rising into an ecstatic frenzy of hatred. What is this sharpened filth spinning in grey mirth? These spirited starry shards spiralwarding the insanities of my mind Reflect purpouse within others I do not know. And the people smiled as they saw themselves shining within each other, The figment of perception contorted within the visions of self drove them All the way to the other side of each mirror, but posing as the same portal. How many mountains portrait this scene of people's eyes shining Like star systems you view subjectively in reflected image Whilst nesting within the same universe? None.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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