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Never I've become so meek
Nor blind enough
To recognize you, my grey
Wistful Lord

Enthrall the mighty language
Of your eternities to infinite
Spiritual togetherness

Where your soul beseeches
Mine without an effort

There the imaginative thoughts suffice

Slide through me
Glide to me
Soul to soul
Spirit to immortal
Coil
Creatio
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~

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