My mind is the edge of reality. My home is the edge of the world.
If we do not ask our questions we will find no answer. If we find no answer we will aways ask our questions.
There was a point when yesterday was tommorow and tommorow is yesterday.
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Black Bird
A black bird sings in the dead of night. It's song melodic and beautiful but almost murderous as it is so dar...
