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| Triviality The world sleeps as the axis sqeaks its steady progress. Man surrenders control of his senses, having no need for defence. Miniscule nite-sounds surround a time-wearied quilt which provides man existence.. His dreams carry him back to places of forgotten time. Monumental flashes within his sleeping mind struggle to reclaim the core of concerns, hidden for this time as sublime secrets of dreams. Thus rest consumes all concerns. Even man will not know of the adventures and stuff of dreams. There is no need to recall. |
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