Lost in time...

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There are silences laid upon me as they awaken to where I'm being taken

The why and how or so it may seem make little of my senses

The journey towards myself starts with the last step

I am to make love to this life of us as so is the desire to soar...

The demons slumber in Lieu of a feast while I serenade beneath the moonlight with you...

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