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Light and free the morning comes constant
in myriads of change.
Corrupt thoughts contained.
Profound sensitivity to muted senses is
ordered chaos among thorns.
Time seems worn.
Pin pricks of truth bleed my heart, a dull
repetitive emptying.
Light refuses to exist without the dark and
Nothing ends without a start yet some
things
have no beginning.
in myriads of change.
Corrupt thoughts contained.
Profound sensitivity to muted senses is
ordered chaos among thorns.
Time seems worn.
Pin pricks of truth bleed my heart, a dull
repetitive emptying.
Light refuses to exist without the dark and
Nothing ends without a start yet some
things
have no beginning.