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[tab id=1]I’m stung into existence by the presence of need
Or could it be a selfish desire?
Slim as a hairline…..undefined boundaries….
That, which brings joy & a curve to the lips
My heart dances, playing through my days
is the tune to which my soul accords
Devoid of gain, detached from the world
and it’s artificial glamour….
I’m stung into existence by the presence of need![/tab]
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