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They're still here hiding in the shadows.

The past now lives within my hourglass.

I can feel my clustering thoughts, emotions, feelings sweating acid within the frail barriers of my skull.

When I seize it your egos heal, I release it you lose your minds and squeal.

Wind's blushing, it's bristle brushes drip in slush.

We both know damn well it's the same exact door...

I once had an invisible guitar; with every touch the ecstatic strings would blush.

Snarling with a stare;

What's the difference between love and love?

Until then wise old earth shall dance to the rhythms of her heart...