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Ask fate does the moon shift As the oceans drift apart With no moon in this sea of dark Visions slowly sank My dead eyes staring blank While i stay idle Forming an illusion of an isle Struggling to find consciousness growing weary Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly Chained as I am to body, soul and mind Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find There is not a line pourtraying a goal As I live peacefully with my soul My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore My soul began to soar higher then ever before

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Date: 10/3/2012 3:03:00 PM
Jay, wow... i love where heights can take you. some kind of spiritual beginning, you praise..xox~pd
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