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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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Endless Mind

Radiating echo, vibrating through the sweet aroma of life exhaled. Catching rough, sour thoughts blurred into repugnant memories as breaths inhale. Senses sensed through sensual sessions, scents of cents to remember the change. Wily tales spun but found at a lost state in pieces of mind. Pictured procedures producing parallel paradoxes past present preceding, postponed

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