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| Reviewed by Richard Bowers |
12/24/2012 |
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It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
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| Reviewed by Emile Tubiana |
4/18/2011 |
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| Dear Jen, I do this all the time and I always get a smile, which make me happy for the day. Love Emile |
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