Out of spite creativity never flourishes right, out of pure intent and staying authentic
a Queen will always walk in blessings. Karmic clones will become useless drones.
Solitude will bring you the most beautiful rewards. Stealers are becoming steel unpolished and melted.
The colors you once knew are now new hues. Seekers are singing like motivational speakers. In time we all knew the real
time. The time of truth was slowly fading away into systematic sounds. Receptiveness was bouncing in the back looking
for the next social loop. We almost created something new and like all story’s end this was only the next frame.
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