Wringing rollers of wisdom through an innate intellect,
buying time without any strings attached.
Perfectly attuned, continuing in an everlasting measure
of time.
Rhythms always trembling with anticipation, knowing the
chords of E flat minor, solely mirroring interior depths.
Filled with a bluened divinity, possibilities filling the
world, technology and ideas inviting purposes of being.
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