Take action from mind and poetry through flow.
Ancient texts with tweeting screens.
The enlightenment and all that is left to erode,
Simply put, waits as we seam,
The fabric strings of fornicated fibers,
That were once so pure but alone.
Through lack of spirit we tend these vessels,
Through lack of violence we are home.
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Beautiful!
Powerful.
Nice!
Wow!
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