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Zen mode

as bliss magnetism spikes, we cannot bear heightened rapture that within form pulsates although no doubt God tends to us with care in spasms of delight our body gyrates poised thus tremulously at heaven’s gates there’s a limit to bliss form can contain more so when ego is yet to be slain

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