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These Eyes
Everywhere as edge of the world
The timbre
Of a trembling breeze
Melodic movements amidst the trees
Ending in vortices
Across
embossed
fields
never at
a loss
of
shadows
As I conduct this
Symphony of the strange
Walking
&
Talking
Strange
The ways of these days
Matrix inside of the
Vacancies
These eyes
A sadness/instructed in madness
The timbre
Of a trembling breeze
Melodic movements amidst the trees
Ending in vortices
Across
embossed
fields
never at
a loss
of
shadows
As I conduct this
Symphony of the strange
Walking
&
Talking
Strange
The ways of these days
Matrix inside of the
Vacancies
These eyes
A sadness/instructed in madness
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