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Oct 06, 2008
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A Talking Something
I have waited long enoughI always wait patiently,And anxiously in this cosmosYou’re now wholly oblivious of natureIn the world you traversed from Now relax or panicWhile I walk through thingsAbstract, happening in this realmThat you alone knowAnd don’t understand See fantasies and enjoyFeel fear and endureBut in all these, widen your sight,Behind the clouds of abstractnessA vast heaven of visions See me weird in the shadowsBut build me right in the day’s meadowsWhen the birds whistle is realElse I will hunt you Even in the days Man, I am somethingIndescribable… So you can call me anythingLike a talking somethingIn dreams, visions and nightmares
— WonderGolly, Oct 06, 2008
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Rett
17 years 8 months ago
This one may be just too vague Golly
WonderGolly
17 years 8 months ago
Rett....
weirdelf
17 years 7 months ago
I think I get where you're going with this,
WonderGolly
17 years 7 months ago
cheers,