Boyan Deam Biography

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How much closer can we get to the dying seed of stars. Lying naked on
the porch of forever and......has begun. A set of wings and a loaded
shotgun.......carry me home, carry me back to no reality......take
me to the endless star and wish upon the one you are, .... I may see
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Once upon a sphere, where no time to touch was near.
Any lakes that should be crossed, she walked along the narrow roads.
She paces and waits, touching nothing that relates.
And while the trees are dead asleep the ones who hear are
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