The slow drip...synergistically overheated deep seeded wax on a soul already settled into flame. A hot wax intended to fill in the cracks left behind by fear and hesitation. Everything slows down so I don't miss a beat as I look into something seen inside a palpable unseen mist. A cloud shrouded under a mantle of prescient purpose and design. This truth I see in my tangible imagination is bread for the manifestation of a chain that extends outward into a progressive beauty. Passion, creation...worth-ship...
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