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The Astral

Larking about, such words came to mind, in the absolute.
There are no crossfire's or antidotes to weaken ones intake.
The cold and frozen aftermath of the reluctant ones, is a reproach.
Cast upon the landscape of the astral.
A blemish in the perfect non material realm.
It becomes a desire to try and erase the sad drooping spires, and the dark crystalline sea
What is it I am to do here?
This ante room to the light, suspend all memory all feelings?
Just as the body is left behind , one must not experience regret and remorse?
Vanity
 

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