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Benign bliss burn'

Two strands as of d n a, cellestialy frayed, in heavens test' no sleep now digressed.'
By power unrivalled, shot through space
Glistening in attraction, from jupiter to
Venus they race..Twirled in cosmic gusts
Severe.' There is re-contact.' A winding..
Where the finish beckons, seared' past sunbursts flaring
Severe.' Transmution of energy, in the rifling run, tighter in oscillation, two again become one .'
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Rodrigues Avatar
November 16, 2025 at 4:19 PM
Seems that in death two unite.
Maverick Avatar
November 16, 2025 at 4:54 PM
The only death is that of un-belief, i Beleive Kim..As I child i regarded the Sand on the beaches, to me there looked more Grains than the stars..Now we are informed planets are innumerable in motion and birth unstoppable..Anyway (heres to life eternal!)
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