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I feel nothing matters. I feel recreated and unformed all at once. I feel my crown and throne has been usurped, and I feel as a beggar, never knowing the pleasure of power or possession. I feel entirely different and still exactly the same. I feel love for no reason and pleasure and pain simultaneously. I see life and death assault the senses in each frame. I sense each moment as death and rebirth entwined. I am the Goddess I dreamed to see and the Devil I feared to face. I am totality. I am infinite space as I embody the dust of Earth. I am not and yet nothing - I can call it, nothing, is - somehow.
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Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 7:22 PM UTC
poetry of paradoxical words
I feel nothing matters. I feel recreated and unformed all at once. I feel my crown and throne has been usurped, and I feel as a beggar, never knowing the pleasure of power or possession. I feel entirely different and still exactly the same. I feel love for no reason and pleasure and pain simultaneously. I see life and death assault the senses in each frame. I sense each moment as death and rebirth entwined. I am the Goddess I dreamed to see and the Devil I feared to face. I am totality. I am infinite space as I embody the dust of Earth. I am not and yet nothing - I can call it, nothing, is - somehow.
Billie_Marie
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49/F/Yuma, AZ
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 7:22 PM UTC
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