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Tue, 06/21/2022 - 06:05 -- Creator

In tidings of Christmas 

Round bound of luminous senses, soul and spirit 

Whirling In hypnotic insanity is a wing insect 

Like magic and miracles around our chakra light. 


This poem is about: 
Our world
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