May the eye of her needle
Be passed through by the camel
My beast is ready
And eager to ride⠀
May the comfort of her robes
Cover my animal
The temple of her refuge
Is warm inside⠀
May I sail my vessel
Into her power
And not be tossed
By her storm⠀
May I know the nectar
Of her flower
And be one with the flower
I will be the thorn
⠀
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Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.
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