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Moments spent in a crowded room, witness to the endless conversation.
Fairy tale in a make shift world, and shadows flicker past with moving thoughts.
Darkened streets and the passing scenes, senses drawing out your consternation, the endless game and the power sought, the heart of all this change is the endless thoughts, that trickle into words and flourish into seeds, are planted into fields that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls.
Thoughts that trickle into words, that flourish into seeds are planted into fields that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls. Thoughts that trickle into words, that flourish into seeds are planted into fields that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls, feeding your trolls.
It projects another scene, as the thoughts and actions follow, it follows.
And the keys and crutches you hold, fall away into dust, when the ships and sails deconstruct, fall away and lament, darkest night, heaven sent.
Thoughts that trickle into words that flourish into seeds are planted into fields
that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls.
Thoughts that trickle into words that flourish into seeds are planted into fields
that span your soul, a harvest in the night, in the meantime you’re feeding your trolls.
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