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A Freedom Aug 2020
'In grace's barefooted shuffles,
conscious' pulling spiritual muscles.'
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A Freedom Aug 2020
'It gushes death into life and life into death without a drop been spilt.
Gracefully served!'
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A Freedom Aug 2020
'Mind's high-grade orchestra,
the best One in its game!
Sat and sang its Ego killer' strain.'
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A Freedom Aug 2020
'Cerebella's bailiwick summits are on endless sale, 'I' insists purchasing One for the road, but ''my'' friend seems rather comfy, with or without its human ''retail''.'
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A Freedom Jul 2020
'Its spiral sprang!
Hanging from a string sprawled in the forest amongst trees,
ran with fireflies and burning horses...
like a mad man mirror's reflection of none.'
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A Freedom Jun 2020
'illusion's transparency in reality overlapping condition,
'how' Blessed is the one who finds 'himself' in vain.'
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A Freedom Jun 2020
There is ''essence'' in the air, empty of human's tragedy,
empty of human's bliss. 'This' poetry has run out its dimension in Being needn't began.
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