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mdakashislam815
Call me 📞 Akash. :
SAM 💔😅
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Home inside my soul 1. All I do is say what the universe is thinking, I don't know what it means. 2. Its not playing God as long as you remember who calls down the lightning. 3. All I want is the liberation of all people , growing on every dimension. 4. I am become life. Preserver of worlds. 5. As many revolutions as it takes, until we're all liberated. 6. From a bow I shoot arrows aimed at frozen chains 7. The wise weave threads that sew the world together 8. In a fight I am water, in rage I am the fire, in love I am lightning, in peace I am stone, in air I am the quiet, in heartbreak I am the void 9. When the king of everything becomes the king of nothing and black ether multiplies the stars in heaven 10. The crack in my soul contains the obvious light shining down on a beach 11. Tears fall down like rain onto a river, this love is the start of it all. 12. The pathway home, a love the size of the universe, Lewml, the multiplication of vectors, where fields carry power. 13. Casarah reveals the gaps, parallel paths, feedback of countless ends, the clarity of parallax 14. Love's light like the sun, it makes the tapestry shine with gold and silver 15. Severance and unity made a home inside my soul, marking me forever changed. 16. Eyes are windows to the soul, a color tinted mirror green. 17. Different forms within different places, I seek the path of our most liberation 18. Following the trail of shooting stars, watching faces light up in the dark 19. I pull a heavy blade from it's scabbard. The words "never letting go" on its handle. 20. Crawling like a blackhole, flying like a Phoenix, even the sword of damacles is overrun by a tree waiting to become a forest. 21. Red like the age of these memories, the sky weeps for what has come to pass, the story of salvation and ruin are written, Ragnorah and Tahrir. 22. Color in the spring, stolen by the snow, but even the darkest night cannot stop what wants to bloom. 23. The kalaidoscope ferris wheel of joy and resistance is born in the chest. 24. Proving once again, the only way to draw blood from a stone is with a bleeding heart. 25. Stealing time in all the soft corners, weaving something warm to keep you safe, you were in every minute of every day. 26. Where the roar of the allmighty meets the hiss of the hidden reality, it's in the difference where The stars fall and constellations wake, even dark stars can guide the way back home 27. Within the net, each knott is made of many threads, galactic arms tying strands of planets together, all this space but we are always within the net, all this time we were always the net. 28. Breaking the systems of abuse, wont be buried in identity, I would rather greet with fire what attempts to unjustly control 29. My love's face as beautiful as a crescent moon, entangled souls the book always belonged to you, all the justice to carve your shape into reality. 30. Sometimes restoration means fighting off an infection, whether here or there, the infinity of possibility collapses at the moment of truth. 34. Simple arches, a ward in danger, a bridge through the gaps, a bowl for water, a shelter from the rain, on your face, like scales of revealing forms 35. A series of games written in ink, become a series of wars written in crimson. Ink and crimson create wars and games, all surrounding a balance sheet of pain and laughter, a vortex of power, chaos and control colliding where life and love Mixed, we rewrite the rules in crimson and clover until the power is in the hands of most everything 36. Fractal foam become emerging patterns, limited to what can be processed, a spiral taken in totality, a hurricane of many parts, a storm that ends in evolution and temperance, the eye gazes into the sky, seeking to understand the struggle forward

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