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She approaches and though contracting repression reproaches, heart all a flutter, there remains no thought chatter, self disappears and mindless of leers, the embrace is held, love beheld, in the continuum of time, imbibing ecstasy of love sublime, as of our measure, which the moment we wish to preserve & treasure, the unthinking ineffable magic becomes egoic fear tragic for as long as in ephemeral attachment bound, true love is never found.
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The Self has no attribute
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