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Our blood hurts. Our ribs are opening. It hurts as small waves are calling for the new creation.
They travel once and again. We only feel, as if they pull each ligament, as if the blood travels through the system… purifying.
Our blood hurts. Our ribs are opening. It hurts as small waves are calling for the new creation.
We perceive them carrying the look of the mind as an internal browser. It’s night. No drops from exhaustion. Only pain. It is a vigil with DNA vibrations.
Our blood hurts. Our ribs are opening. It hurts as small waves are calling for the new creation.
They are waves of transformation, waves of blood talking, as if the Universe touches our system.
It’s water with information. They are tears of reflection, of return. It hurts physically, but heals internally. It connects us with love.
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My Citadel News
My Citadel News 