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I sat across from my reflection

Soaked in fertile impurity and

holiness abound

My lone journey through the clouds

My descent to wisdom

I sat beneath the stars, entranced by vastness

Beyond the choir of ruin, I gazed upon a flower

Wasted petals of black given to me

By the enchantress enveloped in her silver aura

She is the ecstasy, unknown passed through a

Forgotten gate, ignorant herself and flowing with profanity

She revealed to me the wisdom of anguish

A revelation that purpose is found in everything and

All movements possess consequence.

I slept a peaceful slumber that cold vacant night

as she sang softly in the distance, drifting off into

the silent sea.