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Mar 2015
misconception is the deepest growing root of evil
second only from the infinite-fear which spurred it
that deep knowing of loneliness, alone as fact
the classical conundrum, one brain in a vat

in the timeless void of pain
some things come more clearly
the hallowed weight of all my sin
digging through my skull and skin
Written by
CJM
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   Ariel Baptista
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