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I Am-02

Within eternal soul I am mud container, muddy and soggy, contain some clay, water, sand, dust. Sunny ray dries me I am fire, flame of sight, see everything the outer vision; world of fusion, I contain mortal being- washable thing in my immorality!

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Date: 9/12/2018 4:51:00 AM
Mortal being - washable thing. This grabbed my attention in its honesty. Truth personified here, Mahtab. We are souls first, mud containers not so much, hopefully.
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