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Terrestrial Journals X

Situating within the mindfuls chamber; this searching of reasons incubator
Nothing is concrete to explain away an absolutes truth; a maze in muse; daunting
Perhaps if it meant much at all; just killing time, as waiting for tomorrows flight
Been sitting at this terminal most of my life; here how and why, I arrived in such a Place ? Burning eyes set aflame about the course of something and, a world upon fire
Spirits gasping for breath while toxic smoke, swirls about their heart's; numb the pain Seems better yet as they run and we run; precious babies, lost amid pure bred 
Dark; situating within the mindfuls chamber; this searching, of a reasons incubator....
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...."Terrestrial Journals" ˜

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