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If it is love that makes us human

Our passion for love makes us beasts by nature

The pulse of our impulses residing in breath

Each emanation brings into existence that which we entreat

What was once a fleeting thought

Now rhythmically stirring with an increscent gravitational effect

Ripples in space-time validated

Our passion shines with a violent luminosity

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