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I am not My little bugs dried eyes A stones brush And she At an entrance, alone I understood A world commitment to wisdom Unique news of love A loved mind I have Others live In the passing of words Through an unused vessel This laughter is madness We are very young In our time And this illustration Of war A kama sutra Never leaving itself alone
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
To the isles I am god
I am not My little bugs dried eyes A stones brush And she At an entrance, alone I understood A world commitment to wisdom Unique news of love A loved mind I have Others live In the passing of words Through an unused vessel This laughter is madness We are very young In our time And this illustration Of war A kama sutra Never leaving itself alone
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
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