Shadowless hours stimulate self reflection...

Heart and soul forget identity, lose self, roaming in the trance; longing to feel, see The Supreme... Rowdy howls of stray dogs, tear through time, still Transmit goose bumps all over, force-close reveries, compel opening eyes; incite a dread Who’s next? Is it me? Is it me? Is it me?

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