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I call for my soul inside the soaring chambers of my soul, and their tall walls and vaults reverberate and multiply my voice into thousands of new me&..
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A mirror in time my life has become
The doors to my soul open wide
What couldn’t I be, what couldn’t I find
When boundaries fell to the..
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You wake up one day, just one day out of many, to find your world has shifted on its axis, not a lot, just enough, just enough to drive you mad. We ad..
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I walk tentatively on the foot wide dirt path between the flower beds, careful not to get scratched by the landscaping roses covered in clusters of re..
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If you should ever see me cry,I cry because the moon is high,I cry because my heart is dry,I cry because I touched the skyI’ll cry an hour and a..
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When I’m a treeI will stand for a thousand years.I will not question why I sproutedin the warmth of the sun,I will not question the snowon my sh..
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I walk through the sleeping garden, footsteps muffled by the freshly fallen snow, watching the clean white reflect a rosy and blue watercolor sky. Eve..
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I'm walking in a sea of dreams, of colors not before defined,
of intertwined harmonic waves that pass through matter towards light.
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