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What Is Enlightenment

she turns her hair a black cascade piercing sensual eyes of intrinsic wisdom what is enlightenment i am tuning my old red guitar with dragons is it your emergence from self imposed nonage the strings are kind of old like my thinning hair hallucinogenic alkaloids philosophy arrives mind altering experience existence of souls subsistence of eternal realms of ideas she is platonic now quickly turning her golden strands kissing her pinkish lips lazily mystics practice philosophy in a pure way i laugh she is dancing calm and happy apparition guardians make us stupid we are in self imposed nonage we are fearful and lazy cowards why does she do this to me makes my heart bleed every day dragons are emerging now demonic dance what is enlightenment i am in the scale of c minor

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