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we are left here enchanted but unable so disabled to recognize the wormholes this paradox is it the most misterious they don't say but the moment I become words I die in all letters at once I dissapear from the impossibility of prethought curved into a field of longing most inner of language so the moment my words enrage you bemuse you or make you wanna run I am alive again in your coffe or in a jacaranda far away life is a beautiful mess everybody is afraid to say wholeness an antiword, they don't mind, the mastery of a waking U so poetry is reality in a language we don't understand what becomes of me we will see
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 7:06 AM UTC
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we are left here enchanted but unable so disabled to recognize the wormholes this paradox is it the most misterious they don't say but the moment I become words I die in all letters at once I dissapear from the impossibility of prethought curved into a field of longing most inner of language so the moment my words enrage you bemuse you or make you wanna run I am alive again in your coffe or in a jacaranda far away life is a beautiful mess everybody is afraid to say wholeness an antiword, they don't mind, the mastery of a waking U so poetry is reality in a language we don't understand what becomes of me we will see
irinia
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Romanian
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 7:06 AM UTC
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