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Thursday, 16 May 2013

Coring out the excrement of the "norm"

Hope moves keys of the melody 
Colours form within form
Pure temple invokes feelings of illumination 
Will the heart beats surge carry the electric charge
Lightness becomes the mind and body 
Pushing the reeds aside as new ground sprawls out before me 
Like a papyrus of sages gone before

mF
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