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| She rode in on the blue ray the new way she brought tucked inside the changing tide of all she thought she could not say The vibration changed density seized her soul formed flesh learned to breathe learned to crave the homeland the Dreamland the land beneath the wave The hand beneath the grave pulls her in the blue ray is bent refracted and abstracted filtered thru the lens filtered thru the sins waiting for the collective circus to give in... Oh child, child of the stars melt into feeling and know who you are who you were who you came to be you came to wake the wailing mass you came to break the coffin of glass... |
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