So often I smile without a course,
and get lost in the moment laughing alone.
The felicity I have is so sone,
so that I laugh alone without a joke.
All this wode because of persist intuition.
A feeling without dimensions and edges
yet in description can exhaust all pages,
and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct.
A feeling that is very exciting,
yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct.
A barrier of active and passive is fine margin.
A feeling of perceptions and impressions.
A feeling of life purpose
and this feeling is a fortitude in antagonist.
The universe termed it love and I say is life.
This feeling is the gravity of all purposes.
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