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| Between the Lines | 1:09am tuesday, 14th january |
In vastest night did I set sail,
on ship that traveled through the sky;
the winds of dream did seldom fail
to heave my boat through starlight climb.
I traveled to the end of time,
and I looked back to see it all:
the things, now, base, and things sublime:
they heed apocalypse's call.
I saw new Heaven, and new Earth —
the former things did pass away.
And I could see forever's birth
was echoed from the livelong day.
Now, what I speak to you is wise,
for this, no fancy spin of mine:
it rhymes the word it would disguise:
this poem speaks between the lines.
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 the Vampire Lestat | 12:35am saturday, 18th january |
| this is good. reading between the lines is something not enough ppl do. everything is how you precieve it. |
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