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she held the seven in her pockets deep,
their dark mutters, her sin,
yet, in her, a fire, a flame to keep,
defying these demons, her light from within
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she held the seven in her pockets deep,
their dark mutters, her sin,
yet, in her, a fire, a flame to keep,
defying these demons, her light from within
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∴
in thoughts, we reap the wild and free,
harvesting the self, a reverie
·
reuniting with our natural core,
in contemplation, we explore and restore
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∴
analog dreaming,
in the minds of woodland folk,
leaves sing lullabies
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∴
in the darkest ground, within this shadowed domain,
a candle’s faint flicker unveils the arcane
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criminals’ fat, an otherworldly light,
thieves skulk in silence through the eerie night
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∴
golden leaves, tree’s story, branching beauty throughout
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in cycles vast, through ages eon,
this momentary flux we ponder, where yearnings are drawn,
in endless flow, our essence sown,
seeking wisdom’s light, the hidden dawn
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∴
sigils bind demons,
ancient rites their power yield,
sorcery’s perils
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