Its 5am...
sitting.. smoke.. stillness in the air.. calm, quiet, cool sensation running across the ozone of this room. light laugh the gentle breeze, cadence the soul. Ah, the immortal blessed running through and through. Ah, the majesty leaves a trail of blaze of fiery gold. Title divine, sordid is mine, ember the embrace of the thirteen ghosts that haunts the echoing halls. Ah, the poetry of it all. Ah, me, oh life.
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In my friend's house now. everybody's asleep. tick tock said the clock. tick tock sleeps to the clock. winding down the rest of the night, in a couple more throws and the sun shall bring another day to wind down. winding down. oh its Eheads later. ooohhh... the funness of it all. rise and shine world, many a miss you.
