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A women creates life, she creates inspiration,

from writing emerges, conversation.

Music is so beautiful,

wanderlust,

created us,

discern that Luciferian enchantment,



disarm all of it's mansions,



her harmony,  


as she may steal the show ,



waking up next to a ghost,


hugging the air where they used to be

zones out, ignoring they left

Transform,

I'm in death, content with this depth

starting over,

heaven is being down to earth,

that's purity that's maturity

look and see the signs,

never have they left just changed symbolically

read that again

confused when you see their name

it's just context, a thought caught in one lane

just know,

without a message,

without the thought,

know things,


develop,


be receptive,


Strong as it’s heard,

draw and paint the sky,

laying in a bed of stars,




Speaking to my thoughts  

blending to it's temperament

calling it concentration


Creation

spawns again,

new dawns within,

The moon in awe

draw it all.
A string attached to me

Does it match me?

Universally, we all think alike

But there’s a price when we fight

The hatred for being you

We are all catered in our points of view

They wish to change you

I wish to talk to someone,

I wish I can learn a person

The law of separation
is equal to the law of desperation

And me in jail with my patience

begging to be freed within her absurdity.
The downfall of ******* my spirit......
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Brilliant but ignorant.
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Lost intertwining with the practicalities of earth.
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A shadow watching you from a far.
I hope you go where you wanted to go and find the peace and freedom you seek.
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The mind is meek.
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One speaks,
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so that all can conceive.
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These are rough times where the paradox be.
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the separate-self finds others who are separate and share in that so called “wealth”.
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Not you.
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Not I.
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I remember the times.
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and yet we are content alone.
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He and she had no archetype they just play the role of one when their vibrations were low.
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He saw her like no other, .
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Like the divine mother.
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as if it was just him and her existing in this universe of contradiction and all it’s grandeurest moderation, they went against the currents and all that discourages transmigration.
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I’ve watched you from a far and I miss every moment of it.
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Guess I wasn’t raised to be civic,
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We need no image just to help paint the image for others.
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We’re just here,
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and you take what you want from it.
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I hope your in peace and find your brothers and sisters like you always told me you wanted to do.
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Our duty,
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to express words and not take anything too seriously.
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I hope you’re happy together and can see how much you were loved.
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Loved even by those who have never met you.
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Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.
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For in this life I will give everything I have, just for the purpose of giving.
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Our thoughts are like vehicles in the desert.
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We do not know where they came from or why,
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it just needs a discerning eye.
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If you find yourself in the dark, I’ll send you light and love to help you find your way.
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Doves fly away above us, as we are bored of its reoccurrence. .
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Is it strange that we seem content to others and yet our emotions are stuck by these under currents?
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Do not get lost by a person’s surface...
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Get lost with the wanderlust of their deepness.
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If I die,
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please tell my children I’m still alive.
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Speaking through a person.
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Speaking through a poem.
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Involved in their ‘knowing.’
OPINIONS is what causes a mess...
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then more opinions attempt to clean up the mess..
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as it doesn't clean ****
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it only creates another problem...
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As truth with no opinions
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gets silenced and gets one killed...
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The wolf in sheep's clothing
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their facade of TRUTH
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which is really opinion.
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it's nothing new
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They appointed the anti-christ daily...
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as one cannot grasp the realm of incredibility.
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These morons truly hate me.
She's an endless pit of information.
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He spent his whole life learning her.
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He is the infinite fire
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The
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only
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mystery
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T­heir immortality
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was the ever after.
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And it shoned on to others
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Creating everything in existence
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They exalted innocence
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For it was
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hidden
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delivered
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by the response of ignorance
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Objects were nothing to them
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They were able to communicate
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through any form of sound and spectrums.
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The soul in a song
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It's relative radiance
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The protagonist in that animation
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They formed all of entertainment
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They created the matrix
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it was formed by their union
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. they were the light that appears as dark
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As it reigned so
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And delivered by darkness they were
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Impossible to forget
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Forever it will occur
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The happiness destroyed
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The paradise welded by NO thought
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The loves created
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The complexity
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their cause
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their buzz
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drunk by their will
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Their ever lasting euphoria
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Fulfilled
Sting me




for





I am





Immortal




our




love



is


a




portal



You


are




my




drug.

a



kiss

from you

is like acid.






I  blew up



I tripped off a hug


me on top of you


like the night sky

nd you the moon.


your hair after a shower


the taste of your rivers





devoured


my adventure







my connection








my inspiration











my flower
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