thought
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The moment of awakening to my soul’s purpose is a magical history. I don’t wait for the silver moon to bright up the premise of life. All I plant the blinking stars and they make me to sleep in ease for I dream of the blazing sun. Whether the path is long or short, I…
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Not chasing the muse It drips with dew When the universe sings Stories whirl old and new.
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The process to salvation is often troublesome because the mind chooses free will always.