I'm balanced by the quietness of the generosity that consumes my self-sacrificing persona
Adjusting my senses, removing the conformity while cleansing my 4th eye from this coma
Inhaling the rhythm from auras, thinking above the line from a biblical but Egyptian chorus
I can be cautious when the feeling in my gut is nauseous
I inhaled, falling 2nd dimensions back, meditating on open-minded suspicion.
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