Intp
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Fragments of myself, Forgotten essence of yesterday. Curiosity sealed imagination. Hidden Timeless connection. Elusive faded dreams, Whispers of innocence. Eternal, isolated nature. Dusty passage reaches sanctuary, Time vault flourishes wisdom. Supportive healing changes direction, Preserved twilight, dawn of connection. Talking harmony, renewal of thoughts, Meaningful memories, nostalgia evolved. Frozen present, remnant of growth. Future arrival,
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Poetry in motion is just a potion, A notion of love without emotion, An explosion of words that cause erosion. So many parts of me, they turn to symphonies, Abilities that I never dreamed to have. Half of my memories were lost, Never to be found. Sold heaven for a pound, Now I can go
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Beauty eludes me; it seduces and entices me. I am in constant search of it — Sometimes so much that it becomes an obsession. What direction, based on misdirection, Should my thoughts reach? Conclusion: the enemy of the solution. By standard deduction, Beauty becomes poetry in motion. A devotion of the highest calling, Like the moon
One Way Life 