GONNA' STICK YOU PAST HURT
I've discovered a new continent in
my mind, and I've called it Ariel.
It's now a place I often come to,
where the water's always clear and
the graves all open up. For all things
live again, and live forever. Where
every road, though curved, runs
straight, and magic is by what the
land is steered. Blue, sunshine,
and open skies, and all things
made of words. The intent is
for infinity to have its picnic
here : long, open woods, and
plenty of room for everyone.
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