الآخرة
January 30, 2013
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There in the sadness we are less sensitive to the sublime and we do not remember. We are detached, we are blackened by madness and we are flattened from our selves as spheres into droning circles, opaque with the fear of what cannot be seen. we are just like before, mirrored and folded, over and over leveled down to our auxiliaries . and that's the hereafter , the where, the part when despair is found as part of the foundation of our re-birth into the great ever
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