Ego manifests as a light in the self my ego is the moon
The clouds all froze and made just like nature boring holes in all i knew
The same moon as you a crest in night from across the atlantic
Looking for something to do with while the super is supplanted
If ever you wake when afraid there is a particle that light beams the natural law
The mechanism oiled and ready for tarnish making might out of infinite loss
ego manifests as a light in the hallway my ego is your room
the concept of the angel is as thin as paper making tense my thoughts with you
in the same room as you a chest bound by weight from the wool in the fabric
looking for something to use to take the feelings from semantics
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