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nomme
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clear calm road empty space my reflection burns the edge of everything i speak
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mon
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he_will_never
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silentbob
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mon
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it_is_there the door i can see an_doras it is there i am near to it so close i'll never reach it
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mon
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and_there_is_no_end and there is
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sixteen
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in my dreams I've been walking endless hallways. I will be in any building or on any sidewalk and I know that there is no end, and i know i have to keep walking. Sometimes I'm running, sometimes escaping, sometimes just silently thinking and dragging myself along, sometimes I have company and we talk about trivial things. in anycase, endless, my dreams just wear me out.
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delial
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ashmanzhou
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dreams make thy lifeless life exist but in perfect'd grace they fail to exist and thou doth become stranded so deep in thyself thy cannot see dreams are something to thee that can never be mirrored to reality dream of hope and fear and endlessness for even an endless dream is greater than a suffocating narrowing life i dream of endlessness within filled by nothingness there i dream of a thoughtless existence dotted with spires and figures by which i see myself marred eyes mirror'd in graceful steel and in these dreams i search myself for something i did not lose or give away something i need more desperately than life something i crave but always have with me and if i take it i know i will not ever crave it or ever feel myself again death is mere eternity sixteen so dream for dreaming makes you real
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oldephebe
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nomme, ash inimitable eloquence as usual
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ashmanzhou
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doth thouest seek to inform me of some mark of esteem i earn when i write why? doth thou thinkst it will make thee some higher form or greater self by doing this i need it not your words are dead you do not know the way thou liest to me
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sigh
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the lives... the doors... the rooms... no ends...
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sameolme
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Countless shoes wear bare boards Fresh white paint covers ancient walls Forever echoes off cloudy glass This sacred hallway has no religion.
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Lemon_Soda
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It circles the interior of my office suite, and along it are all the middle players, including myself. The minor players are seated out in the open and in groups on one side and the major players all have their own offices opposite that. One might feel they fought to get into an office like mine and they need to fight more to get into an office like the major players. I like the solace because Jay isn't here at the same times as me so much, though I really like the guy. He is what they call a straight shooter. Sometimes I walk around the hallway, with a piece of paper in my hand, and just look at everyone as they work. I like to joke around with the secretaries. They treat me like one of the girls. I work with my parents and my Mom sneaks into my office when I'm out and cleans my desk.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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