as i listen to the blood coursing beneath the skin, i can sense the hidden heartbeat that quickens my resolve to shape the edge of fate to lever hopeless dimensions from the cliffs of rational intuition into the abyss of art and longing, whence truth springs to form destinies from dreams and life from thoughts made whole in expression, thus creating a ghostly hanger for the rags of feelings that we call our lives.
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