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Apr 2021
From an abyss of oblivion.
with no existence of a past.
My soul was dragged to a worldly place
& into a body I was cast.

From birth you piece of mobile meat
I've learned to call my own.
When really I have an incomplete-
identification of who you are.

Are you an anonymous delusion?
Or a master of deception?
Who was created in clandestine-
meant to be my feign depiction.

From the moment I came to this dimension
& till this journeys end
You carry a soul piqued with confusion
as your own & as a friend.

An enigma from the day we met
Your identity never gets clearer..
For everytime I glance at my reflection
A stranger stares back from the mirror.
the most unfamiliar face you know is your own...
dilshé
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dilshé  19/F/~ look behind you
(19/F/~ look behind you)   
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