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There once was a man full of vitality,
But he couldn't escape his mortality,
He ate right and exercised,
But alas, he soon realized,
That life's meaning is tied to finality.
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Jon Coates
Sydney-based. Dabbling in writing from time to time.
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During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
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Deep!
in love with this, amazing work <3