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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Prophesied


Repetitive circles become fractured
darkness clouds the glass beads 
turbulent truths become unacceptable phenomenon
predictions focused on rhythmic skews

reversed all is intrinsic
the elements purify 
not all is lost out of enigma comes truth

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