I’m pretty sure there’s a place on the edge of reason that’s etched out in perfect form to the size of my body. Some days I think about making the brave journey to that cliff to view the spectacle of man’s own creations. On the edge out there alone I could build my own temple out of dreams. I could do it, I know I could. But I think my blood
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over chocolate mountqains top
and waterfalls of caramel
prancing nuggt in the meadows
sings a song of satisfact6ioin
to the world
the WORLD
This captures life and its essense
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