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The laughter of those who live In only moments of pure bliss You can't sell them your wares They don't hold onto our cares Their games are for those Who don't count others as foes They ask others to believe In something we cannot conceive The closest this world will see To unconditionality Are the minds yet molded To the ego emboldened
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
Innocence
The laughter of those who live In only moments of pure bliss You can't sell them your wares They don't hold onto our cares Their games are for those Who don't count others as foes They ask others to believe In something we cannot conceive The closest this world will see To unconditionality Are the minds yet molded To the ego emboldened
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
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