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THE BOOK beneath the shadows
diadem outstretched slashed sorrow is your womb
fallen from grace, risen from man
the myth of yearning never ends
sentient manifestation
none that exist can perish
alis volat propris
noetic corpus: sojourn of the soul
art can never exist without naked beauty displayed
stand we share breath
these great americans
do not fade…
hail, o hail, liberty!
a midsummer night’s dream
incapable of her own distress
ephesia grammata – the book
there is no such thing as the end
a journey of a thousand miles…
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