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Sleep
Nov 14, 2008 4:15:20 GMT -8
Post by Geopoet on Nov 14, 2008 4:15:20 GMT -8
No sound as in midnight... the wind trembles while profusely dying a silent urge to rest.
No feeling to animate a carousel of wing-like blow from beneath a stigma of unknown consolation
Indeed silence prevailed a moment when everyone is exhausted by the day of metamorphosis.
Wait till silence influence the bubbling switch anew.
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