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Oct 2012
State of nothing, into my breast
basic reality is not here.

I am intrinsiclantly pure,
a diamond from the core.

There is no mirror,
we are the void, nothingness
is the fundamental blankness.

It is a dream.

Empty space which contains the Universe.
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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