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barefoot on blades that bend and wave the comfort of earth and her embrace cool the green fades to grey 'neath indigo cloak that shrouds the day and laughing breezes carry evening from miles away peace, their whispers, strung across a gossamer sky, where dreams unfolding are set alight, as a world awakens and comes... Continue Reading →


I'm holding on to nothing even though there's nothing to hold I step into the emptiness of a world I don't know Shattered belief and collapsing faith aren't enough for me to hold and I'm holding on to nothing But this nothing this nothing won't let me go

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