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Not just a fleeding memory of absolute peaceful emptiness
Nor an artifically induced euphoria
Not the restraints which only capture the invisible concepts of authority
And not the creatures that never have to scoope the surroundings of a secluded habitat
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Refined like garnish over platters of gold
Like an absent road leading only to excessive amounts around a lonely dome not truly a home
Refined like a scholar whos schooled amongst the brains of masters that share no cohorts of intellect
Who pamper the winds with Shakespearean rhetoric
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Her true elegance is in another plan but what she sees is not intangled with the vain but rather comes from an inner pain and what she feels is not necessarily ashamed but what she feels is translucent in this worldly terrain
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An endless gaze of a faceless face under the shades of imperfections trying to blaze away insecurities so the mind is not plagued by infections
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Waking up in a cold sweat fending off the reminiscence of nightmares
that are filled with fears, fragility, and doubts
And so the soul shouts and within a storm that awakens the truth that beacons upon its roots of strength, inner power, and self wealth
So the tremble subsides beacause these chains that bondage the will are not broken but rather carried as a reminder how one has overcome and how one has truly become dignified
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