Chasing the truth that isn’t one…Hidden benneath the oceans of the wild…Just a trace of the wilderness….Only through the wild of your own…..I’ve never seen a wild thing….Feeling sorry for himself,Scared, bewildered, horified, by truth merely in Silhouette…..Silhouette of the Shaddow puppet….Played by the master….Puppets swarming in shows….Playing what’s best for them…..My dear love….The illusion has become real, and the real it becomes….The more they wanted.
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