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Apr 2022
Nobody knows.
Reality is so verbose
Full of unintended purpose

Who are we,
Nobody knows

Lives right across the undisclosed
With many living things so close

Who are
No body
We know ?

Fictions and dreams of bygone truth
The real world juxtaposes
Stepping inside the living booth
To experience blood and roses

Who are
The body
We know ?
Excuse me what are you doing here ??
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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