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Consumed by HorizonsA storm beyond what eyes can see but read my palm till the end.Deafening smoldered persistence a rift never destined for mend. A somber lament insignificance. Lines traced in your eyes no repent. Horizons of fire dance with gypsy intent. Lustfully wisdom blankets our eyes. Hypnotized by fires inside. A Vessel unearthed and burning and learning to burn alive. A sway of hand has taken our sight. Tint of drum hint of light. |