That of a poem

[jtinsanecc]

I enter the building. The blood is whipped off, as the birth into that which is new has commenced as the cord of relativity is cut. Be it undulation or be it a revolution of a ceaseless cycle the optimistic sense of mine tells me that I am a knot higher than last time the rope was cut as I was climbing to my goal. I climbed and climbed, and met

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[jesusfreak53089]

good, i like it....