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1d
The riducule of a sound mind
burned bright
in the atmosphere
those of seeking
something higher,
beyond the mundane,
they dream of higher heights
and more sacred
runs

find creation
in the eavesdrop
and all shadows
cease

a spellbound
narrative,
in an ocean
of plenty

let us rise and live,
a person not
hypnotized
by the
clock
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