Solitude stands in the doorway, I'm struck once again by her black silhouette...
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The rattle and whisper of the mind is rapid and always changing. Sometimes crooning in my ear, sometimes howling at the moon.And yet, though I run a winding road, I keep running into the same ghosts. Chasing down a vision and a dream.
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