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In possession of a celestial object the obtrusive fatigue lay still in a corner. |
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The vivid, shuddering emotion let loose on the flawed pursuit returned bare. |
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To walk among intricate ordeals, to survive the artifical heaven that turned the marble monuments pale is a cold effigy to the dulcet murmurings of loneliness. |
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The insolent caul spoke of forgetfulness and the glittering air that tends the limpid seasons. |
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The sea of reason clawed its way to a height and came crashing down, while the blazing thoughts lay vunerable beneath the elusive gaze. |
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The distance is not a door but a silent, black wall to which we are committed. |
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The moon is gone but my lidless sleep remembers its traces like fingerless hands crawling on my back. |
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The sinister duel between waking and torture rages on as the dour hours slowly fall. |
