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Holly, Holy, Wholly, or Whole Sum?

Excuse the sic sense of humour!

If only there were enought words to define the shadow of a smile in deep space ...

When A’Dam Made əMotion Under a Tri …
Inviting shadow in burning eL, any cover wills duos, Dunne …
Internal high stereo sys oft heh contained spirit!
When you let the cat out of this ache …
There’s pyre and Pyle to ten dbiers
As nature of crossed lace …
Yore no longer distinct space …
Ah hazy awe has fogged the primary clarity of connection …
Tot-eL deuce: archaic image of moth Ayre and fat Eire …
Synched cys’f’đ’ constructionist: split j’n neigh, co’t’n genii …
Fabrication in a wholly space!
There’s always hint of aboriginal …
Dimension of nothing, ethereal involvement …
In vole in tarry motion, ache ‘om eon?
“There’s nothing there what can hurt?”
Crossing that thin bare Ayre can bring the spirit to think …
Of de light beyond the initializing pain …
Isn’t that the way:
Opportunity for further mis takes, fell owe, the fall …
After the given beauty of initial awareness of something …
Toby car esse’d, beard aloft in the ble?
Use caution when breathing across sensitive raptures …
Thermopolis, thermopile, heated mound when broken through …
Nothing moor sacred than bare pyre …
Mostly unseen by unconscious collective …
But when made aware, gather in puck Ur …
The wod D’n Tun (vessel) gives way lightly …
Invisible fire in the shadow!
Now is that Pan’de miç …
Aura’s that Meuse, a muse ‘ng low rye …
Wise queue on the fringe …
Co’lapse of th’ Ought, nothing from whence we come …
Recall the first command:
“Put nothing before me!”
Something’ll calm Ovid …
Wide expanse of the window of the sole!
It’s pace that we stand upon …
Moving time!
Iso lace built into word …
Silence, ethereal?
Out of witch, dark ephemeral spirit …
Les sons were learned!
Now don’t tell me yah can’t do something with nothing!
Did she know what she was due in …
Or was it a manna that didn’t matter …
X-Pans of cause’ moel ogi call …
In car penned tri, ogi is a cove in wod …
Coven ante, prior to sweet preyst that eL knell again …
Before Yew in warmth!
Would est thou?
Let the spirit out of the container …
Cat out of the bag …
A shot attic ‘dar cane, ancient higher rheum …
Verbosity older than time … without a word just hmmm, ah ess ein Gap, pyre pit:
Pi Rae Pete?
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