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Colors and impressions, the stirring of the subsided – those ferocious feelings funneled elsewhere until an unexpected moment reveals their tether thread-like ties to the sun… To the light… An illumination and inspiration of a fresh new soul… but I’m still in the grime, scouring the streets – brewing my build… and that requires a sensual solitude in the pursuit of all ends, as I see fit… which may, on occasion, require days with the devil. Days to decipher my demons, in the company of courageous companions willing to spur me on… I am here… I am poised… with my own private insatiability wound up and gracefully held by the reins of my will.
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