Fountain of yowh, lifespirit flows into a well of truths, a cold and dimrepose. I craved to be as high as the pillowy clouds, to walk amongst the tall, who used to look back down and frown.
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Now I stand by the wasteland, where our dreams began. From these once golden fields our curiosity ran...
I chased the sugar claw through temptations door, the bitterness I found... sweetness I taste no more. From the playground to the slayground, the sombre middleground absorbs the emptiness.
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Look back across the marble sea of discovery, a fountain of innocence flows in juvenescence. I m resident in corridors of sentiment. I face the wall - discovery terminal, but theres no more false truths I wish to discover, and Imphysically unable, to tread back down those corridors. Fountain of youth, oh how I bathed in your innocence, and now in cold repose, I must face the bitter truth...
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