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The air entering my body is the chill of winter spirits. A cold that enters and lingers deep within. A fresh stirring of memories and sensations. A language that my body fluently interprets, as a season of change, a season of renewing and preparing to renew the life within all life. The spirits of winter renewal dance in the sky, their movements stirring the air, frost raining from their garments of cold. A dance of ages past and ages to come, as old as the earth. Older than humanity and as powerful as the miracle of life. To this spectacle I bow
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Dru-vid
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Sounds nearby distorted by my twisted mind.
Screaming my pain out loud,
My sound not rising above;
Images flashing past my eyes,
Insanity creeping slowly in.
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"Why do we fall down? So we can learn to get back up of course."
...thank you
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Dru-vid
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