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this I confess...

Night has fallen
Perfection of an obscure vision creeping in this adjustable feeling purity derived , blindness just blindness  

hurting myself with the perpetual emotion...

I collect the ashes in every trip
Moonburns in my soul
Saturated summers
And the wheel keeps rolling

infection of the spirit
Just another confession...
Written by nomind (Cesar C.)
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