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by Jasir Alavi Jul 25, 2006 category : Life, society / inspirational
Miles and miles of dry cold sands, an endless oblivion and high wold lands. trapped in this circle, an orbicular horizon, where darkness rise, sets and turns stale and wizen. even so, i'll move on if you tell me this, that this is your shadow; not darkness nor abyss.