P#1

Wake up
kiss
cup
miss
perform the rituals
get the things done
meet some beauties
breath the sun
walk the streets
cook and eat
and behind
beyond
all these things
inside
all these things
a vast
wild
profound
evident
permanent
increasing
electrifying
sane
and unmistakable
call
for freedom.

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