In the depths of my psyche, resides a primal force of energy so raw and viscreal. It blooms along my spine, stretching past my limbs and encoding my DNA. It raptures my spine, tears apart my limbs and sprouts. It grounds in my being, swirls in my womb and births divinity. It is all consuming, all knowing and uncoditional in its truth and love. It sways and twirls, seduces and deduces an ascension, a prophecy. Yes. human at times. Sublime all at once.
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