From now on it is not dying we must fear, but living.
Existence is illusory and it is eternal.
You are the illusion. The person in the mirror is real.
I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.
Time is only linear for engineers and referees.
Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life?
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