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There’s resonance our souls; as consciousness our hearts; as roaming through dimensions; with reasoning to soar, this dream of living, as courted so gracefully; this space of breathing—our risky hearts, while challenged that soothing monster; to voice with purpose, this land of islands, where souls pardon rest. It had to feel us, stressing through concerns, molded through tribulations; this one event, attached to particles, these thoughts about ligaments; where grounds are broken, this inner secret, as restricted to caution. We had to feel life, as alighting sins, with violence this struggle; this war to minds, while sectioned in parts, this needs for caveats—as time prevails, this woe to lights, that measure by texture this war: those sudden shifts; that inner dialogue; this mutual aggravation; to fly as spirits, or grounded as graves, this art by chase a seesaw; but more this vehicle, sewn and threshed—our souls groping at mirrors; with sores for grace, while set apart, as mire that buffing that cleansing. It had to feel souls, this gravity by minds—such these casualties to rend our hearts; as paused in motion, to stipple our souls, but a second by chase; for eyes are skylights, reigning through brains—your touch this life this vexing joy; to love by glance, or to feel by heart—this needs her glory this tome. It must explode; this witness to guts, as flailing through dimensions; this power your soul, that scroll his life, while issues form a garden. Our shards this vest, that piece as digging, this internal vision; as welcomed a soul, at peace with nothing—this pregnant inventory; to ask a palm, this feral mercy, where patience uttered a small voice: that electric revving; that terror of lights; this motive by arts your brains. It had to feel spirits, this fabulous dream, as centered in contemplation; this driven heart, aspark that motion, to scud and die to live and cry; this wealth her name, this culture her sore, that needs to prove this motive. It had to feel life, this deep excursion, traveling through dominions; as borne through chaos, filtered by love, abandoned to measures.