at the end of night's dream, I wake to angel's screams, pushing back I close my eyes, daring to enter the place, I've built, with good intent, tho, from the outside looking in, I seem to manage, and truthfully try, to depict what clouds, and stirs my mind. Sign in to see full entry.
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