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B is for Ouija (part) One

i had a thought. it started with a word. a series of words. "ouija the sky". so i figure i'd write it down. but the full of it hasn't come out yet. i blame young and restless [watching it on youtube now]. whatever it is, this has to be good and will thus take some time. so here is part one. or else. OUIJA ONE. enjoy. and pax to you.

1.
Ouija the sky
Trying to divine answers from the otherwise hidden.
I... Am... Here.
Spectre.
Spirit.
Sanctuary
Tell me what’s it like on the other side of a valid opinion?

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