Monday, October 17, 2011

This World Comments

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Upon this ground I tavel, lost to all that is your world. Though I hear and see those around me I find myself lost to them. As they call out to me I hear not their voice but instead I hear the sound of a soft whisper on the wind. I am finding myself null to all that is your reality and only able to feel that which is created
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Vasto Grom

Vasto Grom

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