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Angelic smiles of inner fortunes
Prosperity is open to the endless oceans
Chatter is beautiful when unopened
So reopen the strangling disorders of devotions
So light streams in coldness of the heatless lamp unbroken
In barriers of spoken hymns
Replay the happy moments in undead wounds of the dead
It is re-energizing to envelope into some mystery that you cannot see me
So picture the beauty in the steaming lens of hot blue sea
As the skies fall down upon my brow
I do not beg to escape ones disgrace
But face the mess I built inside my mind
As picture, perfect presque of my imagination
Is the mind being loose like a missing child on t.v.
Who is going to look for me
When I am lost in my own demise
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