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Immortal Gift

i'd become immortal again binding a hardened stone catering to the sensual needs to gather soiled stained hanker chief a sudden removal of all earthly gesture's i'd crawled beneath self tracing his footsteps he guided me somewhere between heaven and earth i suppose as night crawled under day creating a soft mauve glow throughout the sky all sense's were quite balanced and filled with a tidiness i'd rather not embrace the calmness about me moved searching for granite hills and solid foundations as the warm mist traveled evenly through ancient greenery of pastel pasture's while my mind craved a certain mastery i found little peace depicting a tranquil finding i'd began to shatter openly into a million pieces a sheer rapture abode my firm structure as my mind swayed tossing memories back and forward a charming force chasing the eye of the needle i'd encased virtue beyond my wild eye's slowly madness had return shivering about my space why i'd carefully stored it somewhere between the grand piano of broken keys and lost notes unspoken memorandums followed by speech hence moving tolerance behind me abandoning life as i gazed earnestly above the carny dreams of a folklore's tale capturing my soul in a borrowed dance a game of chance as i began watering the earth with a mountain of tear drops drowning myself into solace and relief quiet moments opened the windows to my mind seeking refuge in my thoughts my desires an infamous notion that i once walked among the living that i once soared through the galaxy clinging to light clinging to hope's findings absorbing life's bruise's feeling human emotions for one small moment i'd felt a twinge where life once dwelled somewhere within me

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