aura
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Ink of my soul,
Precious portal of puzzling wonder,
Make me whole,
where aura aims high and art sparkles the clouds,
His favorite protégéeMentors her day by dayYou are his curious delightYou're always affableAnd so unflappableYes you're his favorite acolyte.Though your aura's sacred chic
eye trip while u sip
enlighten while u get ignorant
open my third eye while u go blind.
my mind is a tool, so are u.
my aura is blue, yours is red
simulating your soul is dead.
