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I felt a drifting, shifting in the smirk.

Once standing on the clouds now it's like treading through a foot of snow.

Lips to the prism, hands passing through the light.

I control the dimmer, just a lack of knowledge how to fix the marker.

Maybe it's all about perception, heaven or hell I want this more then I can even comprehend.

So many doors what one is yours?

So many lords none dare ask me to bow anymore.

A flair of light pass through the night,

know I just been trying to crush this blight,

your heads full of mid-afternoon, so share that light.

How long do you think it takes for the dove to turn into a crow?