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Are words my rapture? Caused by a lifetime of suffering, and Revealed by the touch of a divine inspiration? I merged with the reality of my soul, and devoured its bitterness. I am a desolate soul out of light, where do I begin? My beginning is endless; my spirit is merciless. My love only gleam in a sensual atmospheric dream. An ocean dream of my tears, and whispered love fading in my ears. My reality is the mystical wind deflecting ripples in the ocean of my doubt. I am a dark soul feeling the delicate warmth of the light, My vision is a pensive reflection blurred by the perpetual irony of my life. I am a romantic impul