The night. Coalescent with silent. It harvests a truth so pure. And love mends thru world geist interuniversal magnetism. This Spirit speaks to Itself. Calling. Not yelling. Still. Steady. Subtle. Gentle.
I am here and there for you, without telling you. This is spiritual communion. Connected our most inner desires they walk light & shine. Interdependent closeness of the most infinitesimal existence they are both had by Another.
Puppets by these destinal strings. And my Master! Who should be my Master?!
I am here and there for you, without telling you. This is spiritual communion. Connected our most inner desires they walk light & shine. Interdependent closeness of the most infinitesimal existence they are both had by Another.
Puppets by these destinal strings. And my Master! Who should be my Master?!
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