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Behind the Shelf

Walk over the open desert. I still remember the clouds, the symbols. How they rest in their high romance living to teach the truth until it sinks into a beautiful nothingness. Pure minds sustain universes. The spirit is aesthetic. No less but more is enough but imagine it distinct from being. To be a phase in question and reason to an end. Trusting a change, watching it love me. Telling myself to not create with my ego for the desire to be God is a fake identity. Feels easier to plagiarise your own soul. {XM} Unpublished, 2019

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Date: 10/20/2020 5:28:00 AM
Interesting thoughts here... I think its a lot easier to plagiarize ones soul... sadly, not achievable...
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