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Telepathic synesthesia overrides my bones of exhaustion,
Reflections of sonic memories recollect my perceptions,
Ethos, weaknesses, flames of madness.
I escape into musings, sleeping in a soup of lucid ecstasy…swallowing time (daydreaming).
Filling barricades, created subconsciously,
Losing myself in a state of Euphoric cosmic fancy
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. -Aristotle