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Sep 2010
I hold everything in the palm of my hand.
Choosing for amusing purposes firsthand.
Nothing has ever been so at ease.
Aiming for nothing else but to please.
Give joy to myself and the rest of the world.
Negative emotions are consumed and curled.
Determination is at its strongest point.
Bestowed upon from the universal joint.
That’s blazed and burned down to nothing.
But up from the ashes comes a special something.
A smoke that few have been cognizant of before.
It comes from the winds that blow ashore.
In swirls of color that can't be described.
This smoke cannot be circumscribed.
Because it contains all the energy that exists.
Omnipotent and omnipresent; it always persists.
Written by
TNEZ
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