We’re fading mirages spent by father times lease. As we wait to balloon to the neon sky, In a haze, day after day, from twilights dawning depths; the sunrise bakes. The slumbering horizon awaits remnants of earths scattered souls to reunite with us. When antiquity phones, this world will yawn, and it’s inhabitants will slip into…

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