That illuminated corner of creativity adorns the good deed, the benefit of which prides itself on showing. Powerful of thought, the old takes place in a new guise, trumping the opposite. Windings in who perishes, concealing all marvellous shame. The sin of images lies endangering, the beauty of pleasure leads to false abundance. Only that consolation of found truth that opens the centre of the gaze, the sound of coercion that promises the awaiting supreme dance.
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