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In expectance of the eons fall - we are...
Endless entity in dream of wisdom hidden deep...
Earth we know
Approaches to turning point
Passing through my eyes
Unknown, newborn world
Far-away of dead
Somatic sense...
Behold - entranced...
Creative tears are shed -
Eschatological, remixing colours of dead world
Regnal age
Of beauty; ancient, storming
River inside me
A drowned in sensual waters
Revelry of sun
Begotten by time
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