The beauty of the dreams uncountedNot to be taken uncertain in times of transcendenceAnimations and travails were wrought of the oceans of speculationsAll on the way to roughness is the waking instantBeing, he wrought mathematicsBeing, he opened his heartBeing, he propelled the conversationCeasing, he became moreCeasing, he unwound too many timesCeasing, he overlooked many flawsBeginning […]
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