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It was a misty night as I travelled that roadSitting within my car in silenceMy head propped against the glassAs I observed each and every movement:A ..
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Shuttered tomb, the door of sleepFor once in passage, ever goneYet ever will the waking weepThe cards remain, for they are drawnFate shall drag them p..
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There was a road, lest it lay far beyond the threaded dreams,And wonders, fragments laid themselves below the waking’s feetTo tread upon subcons..
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The living are blind; this much, I know for certain.The dead, though eyeless, can see.You must understand, I am a man of sound reason and integrity, a..
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