Generated obscurity unveiled by
inner child's, new dawn purity.

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   Rip tide pulls. It warrants the Must to see. Catch in the eye. The course to clear Doubt.

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Shifts sands. Innumerable plots.

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The Freedom always exists inside. Bonds unfold where the energy opens to what the truth is.

What is already there.

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Ageless.

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Closest to Free. 

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Clean of indentation. Those marked recordings, of pressured kind.

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Clearest is the water below the knees.

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Returned memory of what was thought as foolish. 

Unsure if this was not then, but is now repeated.

Like the same evening sky seen every night, seen for the first moment. And all repeating moments that will occur. Have already swirled/ silent incantation about.

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Wings, no matter. 

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Young Shadows trailed in care of light.

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Arms wide, eyes closed, to catch God's breath.

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Though Sun cannot be stared, can be revealed by side eye.

This is known before the Shadow.

Then seen again. But, that doesnt mean it was a dream. 

It is there now so, why remember,?

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Halls with no walls. Passion makes the floor.

When Cinderella's night has peaked, Her grip lets loose, and now set free.

To visualize, all are the same. Holds knots thru truth and dangles pain.

Those gaps now seen, that form not real.

To carry now, and play unheld.

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Fluttering.

 mounted, on will's Essence.

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