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The fire burns, 
tempestuous rain raging, 
stokes, fires spirit; 
a leaping energy, 
after burners thrusting in flight; 
a searing phantasm.

Fire phantasms, 
like phosphorous, burns.
It becomes in its flight, 
An angry dragon, raging.
Such is the spirit 
of energy.

When you see a spirit, 
unlike a phantasm; 
pure...

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most everyone
is looking for something elsewhere
that is right in front of them

appreciate it
do not abuse it 
do not worship it
but enjoy it 
for what it is

and scold it 
from time
to time...

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As my rugged hand caresses 
the 
somber tears flowing from your 
tired
eyes and onto your cheeks
I close my eyes
and think..
I think of your transcendent 
grace
that takes me high into the 
mountain
beyond the Everest and into 
the 
clouds
I've found to be home
I float and float and
all...

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He knows that her heart belongs to him, 
not because he desires it, 
but because she gives it to him freely.

She offers herself unto him,
knowing he would do her no harm.

He returns his love with his gentleness.
He doesn't leave when its over. 

She not a...

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