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To the irrelevant world unbroken to fantastical motions. To the mind unbearing of a thought of surrealism. Without consideration for the deeper paces which fullfills true desire. Less forget that roses have their thorns. And thorns will always have their spot of blood. Come none or come fall. Fall into fall where the time is just right. Walk in shadow or walk in light. As proudly as the raging ox. Delve deep or go no further. -----------{@
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