Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, August 22, 2014
Apart From You
Apart from you, is that where I am? And who are you, and must you always live forever? I have been renunciated, I have been condemned, and I know that I have been justified, and the family, they sing the weakest songs of comfort to themselves, and they just can't get by, and they spin, and they revolve again and again, and they move no further, an d their bitterness, is their own personal enemy, and then they refuse the idea, they are alone, and in the perversions, they search for the right and the left and the weak and the strong, and they are crazy in their weakness, and they struggle today,
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