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17/07/2012 - 23:19'
The hay on the field, a sense of humanity,
distributed impressions of logical affairs,
aboard the heavy cloud of victory in blue,
the darkness of the deep reflecting all you need,
correcting and reporting position off the charts.
Whatever feels impulsive devours through your ego,
together gets unformed in magical dimensions,
but never taste the mist it brings the white of tail,
so sail against your self to beat the winds of wisdom,
and prey for calming seas which hide the line of perish...
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