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The way I feel doesn’t matter
when it involves reality.
It is not an issue of hereafter
or fantasies of materiality.

I sought the ties of ease
and luxury never to cease,
and the fleets of soothing tease
to plunge my soul in the sea of bliss.

And the arms of pleasure
resuscitated my life from seizure.
At 23:00, my wordless story
was written on a scroll of glory.

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