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if we can begin new every day with our routine with the dreadful evening naps with every sigh & breath inhaling, exhaling, and again we begin & end things with our decisions with our relations inhaling, exhaling, and again do we even realise the magic we emit? when we exhale and inhale again there is no abrupt stop there is no space for sorrow there is no space at all magic is the infinite connection between endings & beginnings this magic we must mirror mirror it in our thoughts in our oceans of chaotic emotions in our burrows of structured actions even after life because surely enough, before you know it POP goes the magic inhaling, exhaling, one last time before we hit refresh
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
POP, goes my breath.
if we can begin new every day with our routine with the dreadful evening naps with every sigh & breath inhaling, exhaling, and again we begin & end things with our decisions with our relations inhaling, exhaling, and again do we even realise the magic we emit? when we exhale and inhale again there is no abrupt stop there is no space for sorrow there is no space at all magic is the infinite connection between endings & beginnings this magic we must mirror mirror it in our thoughts in our oceans of chaotic emotions in our burrows of structured actions even after life because surely enough, before you know it POP goes the magic inhaling, exhaling, one last time before we hit refresh
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
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