delicate luminosity that evokes my drift in a manner that poisons my soul with a gentle fixation of speechlessness.
In ore, I desire!
I listen, I wait!
it is the song that the soul holds no resistance to.
its pleasures, to rise above the plane that offers only a suggestion of hope with nothing to aspire so deeply to.
resist not, inhale the medicated fuel of compassion and joy.
for this pleasure I owe you the the pleasure of my dance in life x x x
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