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Such is the tingle
As lifetrons mingle
Quiet contentment
Childlike excitement
Entwine as we align
With the love divine
Innocence sedentary
Plots not trajectory
Being simply present
Allowing the current
To magnetise our form
Imbibing bliss swarm
Fruit of seeds so sown
Partaken by each alone
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Last edited by Unseeking Seeker : 15-04-2020 at 04:26 AM.
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