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Dimensional Travel Stranded on the edge of sanity…falling…. Desperate grasp for an alternate future, This awakening past edge of reality Curing this toxic mind…clean. Walk beside it too close…too close… Hurling beyond fathomable spacious thought While fulfilling out these infinite paradigms But wait…perplexed…caught… Exploding ideas of conspired evil fact Only to shine with collective fractals of opal extract Fall through the final pass geometrically aligned All seven energy points are now straight and assigned Taken aback…speechless…no complete thought Flash it all came back a second later Cosmic waves joined as one while the observer remains Pass through so graceful so true so fun Only you know what this new imprint has begun
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