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Senses untamed,   spaces to reign Bodies that die,   spirits to fly By length or by width,   time is a myth Dimension aground,   essence refound Eyes looking forward,   eyes looking back Eyes looking inward,   soul reattached All that was spoken,   providence sings Grand sublimation, —last bell to ring (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
The Last Bell
Senses untamed,   spaces to reign Bodies that die,   spirits to fly By length or by width,   time is a myth Dimension aground,   essence refound Eyes looking forward,   eyes looking back Eyes looking inward,   soul reattached All that was spoken,   providence sings Grand sublimation, —last bell to ring (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
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