Step VI
Blue
Watching the weather change...
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The blurring of lines. The smoke and mirrors you use to get a real chance at feeling. The embers of a dying fire that you wouldn't give a chance. The breaking of light over city awash in the revelation of new day.
Author
- Gene
- Youngstown, Ohio, United States
- I'm Gene. I love to sing. I like to play guitar. I don't really sleep.
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November
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- The collapse of not only polytheism, but my genera...
- Still searching for your faith...
- Life is a song, and your heart is the beat.
- Night skies and blue eyes.
- Over and Out, Connecticut.
- I spit hot fire.
- Dispostion
- And the Well Runs Dry.
- The dreams that play inside my head are the words ...
- And how does this work anyways?
- Sacred Geometry in relation to the common spanner,...
- Lost in Stasis.
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