

there is no place called homeas sparkling lights roll over seas and shadows slide through hills the western gate begins to close and for a second all is still outside in the courtyard a single beacon shines reminding earth of a violent birth but slowly keeping time from the platform on the tower you can only see so far its a deep blue mess you may only guess where the oceans kiss the stars way into the abyss there is a gateway yet unseen but to bleed into the sky you must rely on the engines of your dreams be wary on your travels as your destination is unknown &nbsthere is no place called home
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~genius do most when they appear to work the least.
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I love me, I love me, I love me, I love yo... Nono, I love me.
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We scream our insecurities but mutter our apologies, that's why this world will always be wrong.
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