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The Fantasy Pact Drawing you in to my circle your blinded eyes closed. in the perilous dark we undergo to a sacred place that no one knows. Changeless mystery as a child fears, what creeps under the bed at night as he lies awake with fear and fright; of nameless illusions heard of legends gone by up pulls the covers to whimper and cry. Our fingers touch an impression of audio vision. Not to witness the energy just to capture the fly in everlasting time unrecognizing unseen in this place. Yet pure comfort like wine rushes to flush the face. Alone to keep a hold on as we gently walk out of this extraordinary place. Obeyed to broad, obeyed to rules, obeyed to now life in full. |
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