Voids Sleep In Rapture
J
James McLain
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Walking waking dream cowards
scream of night
void less formless timeless forever
therein no key
all eternity afraid there you roam
with out eyes you don't need something
else for the one whom you know
to take from you
squish as) it(sweet plums of your
youth o ears cannot hear the
unknown till its here..
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