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Withdrawal from
The vast lunar sphere
The blueprint of my mind
Forged within, conceived elsewhere
Dilapidated shadows
Remnants of formless harbingers
Idle glaring, stagnant pulse
Already, the organ and choir deliver
They linger before the naked eye
Only visible , by effect
Waiting for blessings to oblige
Are they ready yet?
Dilemma of dispersal and aging
Oh, union of hope and despair
This position, this prison, this life
Puts me down, so I long, for the sphere
Didn't want it
Now I need it
Could've saw it
Now I see it
If I doubt it
Still believe it
If I taunt it
Will I beat it?
I won't fight it
Though I feel it
I oppose it
Yet I greet it
Like to hide it
But I weep it
My insanity
I shall feed it
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