Dio Writes

mandelaeffect

Vibrant dreams of distant past Shades of memory, thought lost Compulsion driving my return Joy and trepidation A sense of urgency to this call

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This is not the world I was born into

That world of ice rimed puddles

Of brightly colored kites, soaring

And endless possibility

This world has stripped its gears

Screaming as it dies, discordant, broken

Why am I here, I wonder

I want to go home

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