The Metaplane
Heaven, hide your eyes
Monday, September 11
Pure.
Only pure things interest me
Half-creations never capture it
They stand on their own two feet
But are incomplete.
Only pure things last,
We dance in our minds to their fire
And swept away by their purity,
We dance forever.
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