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Belly burns with many inferno's inside. Charred screams and shrieks of rage. Ancient noise travels up from the soul's deep cage. It may be time to burn that page. That within the deepest, primal moans of ecstasy. My long chained arms fling free, as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize. My mind is now a sweet swarm of gentle jasmine breezes. Veins vibrate inner peace. To desire nothing, to have no need Just a greed for great tranquility.
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
A Peaceful Greed
Belly burns with many inferno's inside. Charred screams and shrieks of rage. Ancient noise travels up from the soul's deep cage. It may be time to burn that page. That within the deepest, primal moans of ecstasy. My long chained arms fling free, as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize. My mind is now a sweet swarm of gentle jasmine breezes. Veins vibrate inner peace. To desire nothing, to have no need Just a greed for great tranquility.
Our greed in this world should be for peace.
deliabear
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
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