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[danzifer]

Ethereal Magnanimous

From stardust her majesty emerges, entrancing my heart in magical rhapsody. Vitality in course of life she surges, redrawing reality with whimsical harmony. Dancing in the wind, sentient as mercurial, mystical shimmering in this sweet auric unfurl.

In silent eternity's long anticipation, faith never faded this heart's illustration, For wonders serene of perception diluted, unimagined numbers as this is computed. Of all that exists for who understands, what matters the most is my heart in your hands.

Beyond the tapestry of gravity's rainbow, horizon's panorama unearthly plane glow. Our memory of lightwaves though love's projection, in essence of bliss, conceptual perfection. Phantasms melodious pulse of the galaxies upon endless blooming meta-analogies.

Color's illusion embellishing fantasy highlight the shades of grey we can see. The mirrors inside us reflecting magnetics, created by animating dreamed up aesthetics. Imagination encapsuled by grace of poetics, impelled and expelled in coordinate phonetics.

It can take time for things to make sense so it was meant to look back in past tense. Sometimes we study for all that it's worth just for a moment, a sign, a rebirth. No matter the essence, one can't misconstrue, forever and always, I'll be loving you.

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Once upon this life, I gave my heart away. Never resolute in defeat, though eschewed and misconstrued by this entity no matter how much I bled. Sacrificed so much into rewriting scales of impalpable altitudes; whatever seemed to ease the maelstrom of cataclysmal abyss, ceaseless is this catalyst divergent serenity and bliss. Within pushing myself far beyond the bounds of imagination and subsequently tearing apart at the seams. It's near bastardization trying to ephemerally express here what only persists in dreams fueled by nightmares.

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Oh, the calamity of being limited to infinite mystery. So did I love mysteries until you became one.

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My Paradox

I look inside myself periodically and must think. Why and how should I be satisfied with myself? Where I've come from and gone to, and wherever I’m going. Sequentially and imperatively after coming across plenty of reasons to agree and disagree with myself; the process between merging all of those good and bad thoughts together for the answer to the question "did I do right" becomes impossible to conclude. When wondering what could be, and what could have been along with what is and what should never be. Taking each moment to absorb something knowing each factor plays it's role in life, I contemplate how each moment I spend I'll never get back to re-use for any other manner or purpose, including this one. The only way psychologically devoted time comes back is as another moment spent to recollect products of the mind’s caress. I wonder, maybe if I'd looked at things in some other way it would have made me experience a varying degree of difference come the future or this very point in time. A slightly different transition in thought, breeding a drastically different outcome. Or if somebody else thought or felt something rather than going with initial decisions may also have drastically altered reality as the “butterfly effect”.

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Who and what's truly right only counts for whose mind thought permeates.

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If you'd like an idea as to how fake people can be, watch a movie.

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On Self Content

        They have a dietary supplement for obese people, and a fattening pill for skinny people, cause the world could never be perfect enough, ya know? A pretty face gets old, a nice body changes, but a good person will always be a good person as physical attractiveness runs only as deep as the skin. Don’t over indulge enveloping yourself within physical appearance, there's no time to waste on keeping what's inside yourself neatly arranged and organized.

For only once you’ve truly fallen in love with depression may you rise from the hate of contentment.

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Each and every thing harnesses unknown potential to be perceived from innumerable vantages of perspective. What means something to you means something totally different to another. Or the same words carry different value between us. It is up to you to illustrate those differences by any means necessary.

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Is it that we only say things to mean something to others cause it means something to ourselves? Who am I doing this for me or you? Doing things for ourselves is doing things for others and doing things for others is doing things for ourselves. Selfish and selfless have a strange point of cohesion.

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Figuritively speaking Metaphorically speaking Philosophically speaking Hypothetically speaking <insert word here> speaking Everything without voices speak if you give them one, not that the voice would be it's own.

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If all could understand

Sometimes you’ll wish you didn't have to think the thoughts you do. Or feel the feelings you’ll have. And other times you wish every person or no other person would have to think and feel the thoughts to have circulated throughout your time. In return, we would have to think the same thoughts and share all of one another’s feelings and that could simply never work out. It's so perfect that it's botched and ruins the individualism that makes humankind.