the bright ebony road and the soft azure paths that guide us to were we have always been at standing alone with a blue turned monotone, those that are standing behind me Only a few, growing in size, tens becoming hundreds and a thousand in time. Only a year, I spend all my days. Flattery and waiting, longing for praise. Scratching at your door… waiting by the window, dont ignore, standing in a line Waiting and watching and building, creating, waiting and waiting some more…
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