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there are moments of azure clarity, where crystalline recollection come flooding back to me like the torrential memory of a long forgotten dream, there are those moments that in an instant are over but last a lifetime. When dreams have faded to embers of the deep red pathos of an existence too wild, too rampant it would burn that which it entices and consumes that which it knows no bounds, I love, I love, I love yet I am without.
-Don Shomari