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The Call

Vivid blood seeping, keeping one from weeping. Pumping through lines uneven in roads of uncertainty. Fallen graces met by pale faces. Caught in a universe of tomorrows. Yesterday was said to come but was forgotten. The present fleeting and though broken tears bear heart, it was a call for love. Attentions met like a ghost,

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Time is Infinite

Sleeping but never finding rest. Dreaming but always having nightmares. Always thinking up storms hearing the calls home. Blissful serenity of chaotic undertakings. The empty emotions reaching out entangled, trying to feel the beating touch.  Echoes of yesterday lingering in the future. Uncertainties radiant display holding one in mystery. The flow of time beneath, splashing

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