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A sensitive subject

Digging into the past

A madcap façade

Of two having a blast

Memories tainted

By pictures and sounds

Before there was nothing

Then Prophecy was found

Free from all that which was said

Utmost beauty of starshine bouquets

Luminously showing truth instead

A resolution of solace

The path is now clear

The world is an oyster, a promise

My dear

Much Love Much Life