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Glimpses of truth revealed from time to time, whilst useful, does not signal soul’s ascent, having neither etched in heart God’s love chime, nor granted bliss our unreserved consent, onslaught of lust, unable to prevent. Flickering awareness, a half measure, for there are attachments we still treasure and so at best it’s still work in progress, as we become nonchalant to pleasure, God’s light making ingress as we undress.

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