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The near divine
Burnished moon, melancholy drive toward the blue stars
Lost in a night-dream, something is arising from the black veil
Here we are again, the vivacity of these spirits
walking in and out of my body
Who could make you more alive?
music that sends itself off from the ethers
the near divine which is always following us
the fate of your spirit in the many-theatres of your lo...
Saturday 13th July 2024 6:28 am
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