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Lucid thoughts ensconce truthful finds Flesh and blood harden the quicksilver of our fragile minds Fleeting emotions, perpetually changed with setting sun Heaven’s sky whispers thoughts of The Holy One Today a cloud. . .tonight a wish Tomorrow, a promise of eternal bliss An emotion, a feeling, an idea or an urge Can easily take control. . . .consume . . . purge Fragility is a slight of mind An endangered species undefined Mediocre thought can so easily replace The fragile beginnings that once claimed that space
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