A vacuum, residing in the backdrop of life You never choose the adventure It opens up to you The flowers on the field you would think of May get vacuumed in by a force of nature Into dense woods ...
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I question myself, as much as I would like to As much as a tumultuous wave whose reason is still due My backpack is full, but is it an illusion? I think it probably is, but it sometimes really is f...
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