circles I am
getting smaller maybe
endlessly pouring in myself
the flooding of the dirt that hides the lotus
there is no sense in denying
everything worthwhile
is fragile
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
circles I am
getting smaller maybe
endlessly pouring in myself
the flooding of the dirt that hides the lotus
there is no sense in denying
everything worthwhile
is fragile
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