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Blow glass

The thoughts in our minds

are like shards of

glass reflecting light.

Pieces of something once complete

that has since exploded and

spiraled off into the cosmos,

and we rearrange them to craft some

sort of image for ourselves,

some sort of reality.

Which is why I like to blow my mind,

so instead of broken glass it turns

into glass art.

Lets blow our minds and see what happens!!

 

-Chaotic Melodic

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