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Beneath the starless mirror,
a seething grey, as though of a ferocious nature. Faint clouds gather hither yet the mocking tranquil persists, as of a patient death God. Beneath the evergrey mirror, a seething storm, thinly veiled, hiding yet the truth within. A truth, Beautiful and Dangerous, thus hidden by the thrice beasts of the psyche. A split between Earth and Sky, yet a bridge between, the children of Air. Perhaps the time is getting to me... |
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Nice |
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Thank you, for your comments
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Beneath the starless mirror, a seething grey, as though of a ferocious nature. Faint clouds gather hither yet the mocking tranquil persists, as of a patient death God. Beneath the evergrey mirror, a seething storm, thinly veiled, hiding yet the truth within. A truth, Beautiful and Dangerous, thus hidden by the thrice beasts of the psyche. A split between Earth and Sky, yet a bridge between, the children of Air. Perhaps the time is getting to me... kind of made me think of a N. Shimalayans movie atmosphere.. |
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Thank you .
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Nice work
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Cool
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Great write!
Thanks for sharing! |
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