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Labyrinth 2
Posted by Hazel Dream
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12:07 PM
Discern the grey stranger, O flaming spirit
From the nostalgia of ache that scripts the mirage of existence
Haughtiness of knowledge, scared of solitude of wisdom
Do I exist in infidelity of perception?
Oh this Spirit of game that ambiguity acts
Expressions without harmony, their colors without purpose Floating in the dusk without moon.
From the nostalgia of ache that scripts the mirage of existence
Haughtiness of knowledge, scared of solitude of wisdom
Do I exist in infidelity of perception?
Oh this Spirit of game that ambiguity acts
Expressions without harmony, their colors without purpose Floating in the dusk without moon.
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