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Thursday, 19 December 2013

Questioning the Process

An ocean of rampant burning flames
Surging towards mountains & erupting volcanoes
This is the vibrant meditation, driven

An oscillation of madness before calm
Witnessed by the ringing, the constant racket
The head filled with nothing but echoes

Where in an instant peace may settle
Brought on, by the flowers watered fragrance
The day set out, with the hopes of her eternity


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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