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A white lifeless path leads me the right way.
Coming upon a steely, black steeple,
my conscience came in from the piercing rain,
across the tamed fringe to shed its darkness.
Each memory passes reality.
They cross over into what has been lost.
I cease to remember rules of the world.
The moments shuffle into the pure white.
It joins the rightful path I follow now.
Dry, harsh cracks break through our binding boundaries.
Deep fractures are brushed away serenely.
All is rep
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Master...I'm Yours...
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