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Daydreaming Can Save You

Enough thought on the monsters and saints within me. And it's time And it's time to zone And it's time to drift to another plain where the trees sing to the birds at the first glimpse of morning where hesitation is lost (Intuition is God) where internal conflict is an artifact.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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