| Motion after motion, the gears of process slow.
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| I’ve seen the actions of the past conflict with tension.
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| In a weakened state, solitude is found.
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| Abound are those lead blindly without resistance.
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| Alone, in myself, I find solid ground.
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| Deeper into the introvert psyche, carried by my curiosity.
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| I found a wonderment without a watcher awaiting for a worthwhile ponder.
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| I can interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself.
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| This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses.
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| Set apart in the void, rendered endless.
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| Braced by sashes.
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| Staring into the glass, a glare wears on the eyes.
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| Seeing into my pane is an omen and a disguise.
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| Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition.
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| If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I’d be more blind than the soul in you.
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| Motion after motion, the gears of process slow.
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| As I worsen and wither, this cavity grows.
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| I can Interpret the faint details that are not discovered within myself.
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| This brute is untouchable to the chaos of the masses.
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| Set apart in the void, rendered endless.
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| Set apart in the void, braced by sashes.
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| Motion after motion.
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| Render the Void.
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| Broken by the repetition of the obsidian midnight rendition.
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| If an optimistic glimpse showed through, I’d be more blind than the soul in you.
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| Set apart In the void.
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| Motion after motion, the gears of process slow.
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| Set apart in the void. |