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Sep 2020
It's a prism
A lost chasm
Of where words ever mattered
And matter
Was nothing but words.

Far before booked -

An escalation.

it turns into a state of

let me see

Let me see

let me see

and there we are.

There, we are.

Goodnight.
Written by
Mitchell
50
   Bogdan Dragos
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