Tell me about yourself?
I might dare say,
I define myself as space,
There's
chaos,
void,
Yet somehow,
it's purely bliss,
Here it's dead serene,
and are parts with unbearable noice,
Mighty hanging distorted rocks,
Looks so pretty a far that we call it stars,
Albeit no arrangement was predestined,
No order was fixed,
Yet there has to be some mysterious wonder,
Altogether it's an impeccable abyss.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 2:29 AM UTC
Tell me about yourself?
I might dare say,
I define myself as space,
There's
chaos,
void,
Yet somehow,
it's purely bliss,
Here it's dead serene,
and are parts with unbearable noice,
Mighty hanging distorted rocks,
Looks so pretty a far that we call it stars,
Albeit no arrangement was predestined,
No order was fixed,
Yet there has to be some mysterious wonder,
Altogether it's an impeccable abyss.
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