| Play My music, sing My song, say My name over and over and over again. When one voice fades out, another shall take up the chorus, and so I continue to exist within this realm of fleeting desire. When you inscribe Me blissfully over your own reflection, remember that penmanship counts, but more importantly, the ink belongs to Me. |
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| Poemission |
| The Same Sentiment, In a Different Hand |
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