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Evening sun settling,
favonian breezes brush my face.by Brian N 14 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 26 9:23 PM -
I have walked outside the walls of heaven, only to plunge toward the fiery pits of hell.
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winter nights and fading dreams
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Even in utter skepticism, dogmatism reigns as quiet form,
a contradiction, where we escape in the beliefs of nothing.
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