June 21 by The Running Son
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I have seen you through closed eyes.
In my breathing, dancing outside my
outline. You explode across the sky.
I say find me; I know you hear me.
No form to know from. No it or us.
Atmanian aura. I am. Quintessence.
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.