Sorora Mystica

Love pulled the tears out of my neurosis, sucking me dry Even making my dove cry, through a fractal in the wall Trust, I will, within a foreign land, psychic and undaunted mind To take or not, this step- the truth is I see everything In the love of gnowledge worth receiving, pure ecstasy Never …

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