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Oh how sweet it is to take a break from all that surrounds you.
Allowing the murmurs of saxphones and melodic voices to sweep in from the backallies, overwhelming all oratory senses.
The silence is sweet like a freshly baked treat coming out from your grandmothers oven.
Time leads you to recoil into the unkown hours just to make a dime.
Working within unnatural states to maintain the childish dream
with cartoon gods at your tactical disposal,
Creeping through empty buildings filled with peering eyes.
The end comes with a stroll home as everyone prepares to leave theirs.
Each step seeks the comforts in the sweet refuge of your reveries.
Sailing through the seven skies, in hopes of finding one that will be just right.
Your mind intterupts notifying you to do this now to appreciate
what will come your way after
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On another note, I hate to sound like a hippie or anything but Nature truely mystifies my mind. My imagination is unable to fanthom the simplicity of its creations
Reminding me of the fine balance we intricatly play on a daily basis.
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So much time can be absorded within the sink holes of contemplation
As we wonder where each door shall lead us
Oh and so, the possibilities are endless.
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