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May 2015
Jungian archetypes dance on the strings of my consciousness,
they play rhythmic music inside the logic unit of my mind.
Some where deep in there a spirit wonders of it is the sum of its parts, bit more or a slave to my own biochemistry; Trapped inside the house of mirrors ever echoing the same.
Written by
Tommi Petteri Yli-Ollila  Helsinki
(Helsinki)   
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