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Heart over head

Love is our true wealth but fears stalk in stealth and so to transcend, our will we must bend. As of our soul’s choice, ego’s lost its voice, heart’s taken over; we live in clover. A void-centric view, heart pristine like dew, is what we’ve become, synced with bliss beats hum.

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