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Time for tea
And to smell the sweet rose.
What does it matter
If we do or not?
We will live
And we will die.
We turn to dust
When the curtain..
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Revolving clouds
Of black fantasy
Endlessly circling
Around our hollow shells
Hiding the path of illusion
From our feeble eyes
Keeping us gu..
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I know she’s out there
Watching
Waiting
I can feel her hunger
Burning
Growing
I walk to the window
Closing
Locking
I hang the herbs t..
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