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Once upon a time there was a mind mine. The thoughts were digging through the mind little Miki managed too. The souls were ideas, and they were plenty. The brain itself was one of many.
Whatever the decision was, the timing was not there. And happily, I’d say you are your own affair.
People tend to scribe a lot, whatever they think of plenty lot. Now and then, the Zen of things shall take control, and turn the writing on the wall into mainstream art of numbers plenty.
The things they say about misconduct are not division but a fact. Be quiet, my empty mind said Joe, and he was right, because it controls him head to toe.
People run around in circles, searching for their prosperity, peace, and serenity.
However, what outside you seek, inside you shall find, not in bleak.
The tender voices of the men and women many, cry out to seek for treasures plenty. One stone carries a sword. Excalibur of sorts. And only destined soul a King or a Queen will pull out of the rock by their own.
Time passes by and Miki and Joe entangled minds crack the cypher. None of us can understand. The world turning round, the blasphemy at hand.
