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I feel like leaves lost in the wind, deprived of influence yet foolishly praying for the Black Rain’s masquerade to fade away with the cries of the morning dew. Am I not part of thy obscure twisted dreams which seeks the coat of night to hide within? To spend a lifetime in this reverberating solitude is the sentence bestowed upon me thus torn away from thy undefined touch yet I hunger for inner peace. To seal away this accursed heart of mine amongst the thousand slithering lies on Earth - what a daring quest of salvation yet it would sense me, track me, hunt me and drown me in blasphemous love. I feel jumbled as if the famous Jigsaw Fox ate my soul, deprived of purpose but barely alive waiting for the fragile Truth to undress herself. Thy voice shields me even in this fateful hour as my heart aches in crazed dreams - thank you sweetheart. 18-07-2013 | ||||||||||||||
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