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palms and feet radiate magnetic heat with the supple spine, a divine implant, making us feel from head to toe complete, the cosmic prayer, our breath by breath chant, correcting the stance of our ego’s slant that thus as we so become the bliss flame, our vaporised Self is left with no aim

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