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The Dread Poet Michael |
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Down ancient corridors Used by all Yet Known to few Consciousness flows A pale purple plasma Pulsing with emotions Agony and ecstasy Each In its due Proportion Only mind Can bind it Tame its fury Sustain its weakness And Bend it To purpose -1/11/24- |
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