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The moment

we breathe in the gases

of toxicity and evil

We slooooowwww down

 

That moment

You recognize to whiff the pure,

brush away the miasma,

 and to obtain truth.

 

This moment

You will have your own light

Your own clarity,

Your way, your own truth.

 

 

 

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