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Jun 2017
say, not stumbling into a delusional narrative, like the narrative of holocaust denial.

i used to hear it a lot,
   from my grandmother -

      *kto pyta, nie błądzi
-

  who questions,
                        doesn't err
;

then again,
   to many questions
   leaves one with no answer,
albeit that being:
   the questions become
    an answer,
    which is in ad infinitum:
        a question,
that perpetuates itself
   as a babusha doll
    of the furthered,
  implosion within a per se
membrane.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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