Peaks into the Liminal Place, through the abstract time and changing space
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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Be bright and take tour to the right.
Exit reality, break binds of conformity.
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Ducks at the park during the night
This situation brings me fright
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Just a nice alley in a park.
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Finally something to defend myself with, against those nasty liminal vampire ducks, whose attitude I just cannot condone with.
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Trying to read a book called Non-Places, about Liminal Spaces... I swear it happens every other time, even when I don't write in rhyme
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Abandoned hotels have many great untold stories - what happened at 02:32 am between two strangers from different countries, how lovers promised each other to meet im the future, who lost and found what?
Normally such stories will not be told as it's just not possible.
But in the Liminal Place that is beyond the normal flow of time and rules that govern space - everything is possible as even space and time are passable.
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My travels through Liminal Places had taken me to various places, where I was known under many faces
In the first place - you can get clean before travelling the roads unseen
In the second place you can relieve yourself when in a hurry, before the world goes a bit too blurry
Who knows where the Liminal Path will go, only one way to know - be there where no one has travelled before
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When the trees get blurry you should leave that Liminal Place in a hurry
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Go with me to the liminal park, appearing only after it gets dark
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In the Liminal Park, vampire ducks wake to hunt, after it gets dark.
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Oh no, that place, I've been here before... Will I ever see the Sun or no more?
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I swear that I've climbed those stairs before, but in the Liminal Zone - you never know for sure
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Where does that street go, I don't know
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Empty street at 4 am... I forgot, where I am
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A place to rest a bit for the weary, if only a bit dreary.
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Is it empty, is it not? Is it cold, or is it hot?
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