melancholy epiphanyReality is an illusion, An allusion, A monster, A second wind; It’s our ethos And our pathos; The stars revolve Like a symphony That crashes, But flows And frightens But coos. We live where one Can not breathe Without stepping into Another universe. In one’s realm Is birth, is life, Is death; A bubble that is Invincible from The needle of Their ways. Into the cauldron, Step into the new way Where each breath Is an epiphany And a loving embrace Lives alongside The eye of nmelancholy epiphany
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Je ne suis pas là pour le moment. Veuillez laisser un message après le bip sonore. Je vous rappellerai.... peut-être.
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my Serious Side: ~ThrownOutOfEden
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