A trilogy of broken wings leading to the semantics of lost dreams that kept looking for a piece of mind with no gain left to find then soon enough thoughts became dry even with writers block I tried to forget memories that are replayed in my head making this chemistry delayed to the perception beyond your reality sorry it is my third eye thats meant for duality though it's in my subconscious level buried under all the debris laying next to my own devil.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
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