Tue, 01/05/2021 - 22:19 -- 2sweet

A demon demise with this kind of thing a partner in Disguise; I guess we can compromise beginning a life together even if if it's not the brightest whether I can feel the sea changing, chanting, and calling the name of the unknown as my skin wither. I run from Alpha and Omega itself and find out the Wormhole was just a dream that kept me from my spiritual being, as I climbed into the ground and watch the clock rewind to the beginning and inhale the area of where the ending met with the mother; that sent the father through the summer as each child slept through winter and  here is where I enter another played out demension; I'm your Alice with the conscious deciding what parts of me I want to play with in Wonderland while stranded from the hands of the world; as I search for beings like me with the eyes always searching and inquiring minds that surfing to the surface always looking for the perfection in Peculiar things that may know the way sticking to the light, I light up the pathway where the  shadows cover the trail to the deepest secrets of my past like a run-out highway.

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