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Aug 2024
In a dream,
she returned
as a pleasantly
sad energy

amidst the deepest
reaches of mortality,
this essence refreshed
all that was forgotten

violet frequency
that wore a few
faces, though was
always the same

the opposite of degeneration
and universality
she demanded all of
the world,
and the world
I gave

Forsake her not,
and honor this first
and recurring
love

this is the source
of all life,
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