The Echo
The Echo Echo Echo Shadow on the wall Hello hello time seems to stall echo echo the sound is near goodbye goodbye maybe next year echo translucant moth fly, fly, fly, wings paper cloth echo dissapearing goodbye goodbye goodbye Echo
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Smokey
If your suffering in any way then acknowledge both the meaningless of it and the meaning behind it. What you express will never cease to be the torrential downpour of your essence. Essence being both what you create and what has been created as a...
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