i closed my eyes and saw the wheel was turning from the game i played before the flock of crows returning just a few the fog went rising into the grey grey sky the wheel then stopped upon a painted sign but every other place for option had exactly that one symbol it was a mask and it was mine
Alas the crows kept silent now all secrets stayed their own my eyes will never see me until they do my thought is out of touch ah Socrates you'd must been jocking Know Thyself not possible with these My Lady said I keep the berries You take care of this
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