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Enlightened am I? Si senior! Lightbeams from umaginitive rhelms shoot down from the desperate heavens Peircing Penetrating Conquering my mortality Not deceased, just... Asleep from the slave of me. The sculptured emprisoned spirit within finally basks in the unruptured blissful state of this lucid life. ... Its gone. You're gone.
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Lucid Life
Enlightened am I? Si senior! Lightbeams from umaginitive rhelms shoot down from the desperate heavens Peircing Penetrating Conquering my mortality Not deceased, just... Asleep from the slave of me. The sculptured emprisoned spirit within finally basks in the unruptured blissful state of this lucid life. ... Its gone. You're gone.
dustin1840
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
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