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Realms unseen are waiting in the wings.
I've quietly gone gold
and whispers grate slowly in the air.
This place is infinite
and my eyes are fluid,
The stars are gentle winks
from a populous unaware.
Realms unseen are waiting in the wings.
I've quietly gone gold
and whispers grate slowly in the air.
This place is infinite
and my eyes are fluid,
The stars are gentle winks
from a populous unaware.
Reveal to me, when the last breath comes,
how it is that I stayed so long.
The lens has begun to close
and this end is just the beginning.
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