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DXM 1
How often do we supress
In any sense of the word
To restrict the flow
Of heart to hand
Will we never glimpse
Into the immortal
That is our eventuality
To know where we are going
We must know where we have been
And spread my arms across
Time and space so that
The immortal that we gaze upon
Is our fate and not our curse
And let us (then) live
