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Sounds of breathing.The sins of my past, forever haunting,Sounds of breathing.
but softly, slowly, i do regain, no sense of fear, no sense of loss, just all that was left in the beggining. And in the naked light, we saw. What was incorporeal. What was more real than form itself. Inside, and around ever twisting, In the pallors inocent play. But too many words caused a shriek of chill. And the snow fell round again. On a hilltop covered in white,
now lay in the undertow, of glisten, and glitter, and beauty oh so bright. To gray again.
To gray again, through the heavens,
never se
by ~echoesofthepast
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