is concatenated as generations of internal linage.
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Linaged to 14 partheneas, clutching reality in its own way.
In all the realms of this vastness, this home,
this gorgeous jewel, this is the true story of salvation:
we strive to perfume this enhydrous being.
Within the Golden Geode's depths
rose a droplette of water
flourishing in health.
Magnifying intensity to
individuate,
longing for the light of
day,
feeling the wonder for another,
TL takes shape.
Reflecting the liquid, a
mirror of love,
revealing the emotions
from above,
the ancestors predict the
sweet fragrance
that TL is designed to
administrate.
Defining the matter, wet
and dry,
there exists the
determination of a chance to try.
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Deep inside the folds are various blackholes of
existence articulating organs in my glorious form, much the way I have articulated in my magnificent environment.
Metabolisms take shape as new organs and
detailed bits are created.
Even children prepare their negotiable selves
as they gain confidence.
I, on my ancestral tethers, witness the rainbow of
shapes in the ever more particular spectrum.
I am becoming specific as I live and breathe.
Here I learn about the life I think I'll never leave.
Held in the arms of my
soldiers
I feel secure knowing they
gave me my name.
TL, Goddess of Diversity,
I'm building
a World of men, women,
live births, fire,
chlorophyl, flowers,
roots, rain, wind, dirt.
I am the Force of this
Nature.
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