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Selfless service. Ego-less existence. Robes Unwearable to mortal Men, yet their colours are Worth adopting onto One's own everyday Fatigues. I sit with one eye Closed wherever I am, wondering Whether this snake uncoiling Within me is Kundalini awakening To tell me that Dio's Stand Up And Shout is not a mantra, Or just some sense of knowing That I have not a single reason to Smile. Until I Smile.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Kundalini
Selfless service. Ego-less existence. Robes Unwearable to mortal Men, yet their colours are Worth adopting onto One's own everyday Fatigues. I sit with one eye Closed wherever I am, wondering Whether this snake uncoiling Within me is Kundalini awakening To tell me that Dio's Stand Up And Shout is not a mantra, Or just some sense of knowing That I have not a single reason to Smile. Until I Smile.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
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