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vea vents Mar 2016
Once a stranger, now a "mother" had given birth to *a daughter
A daughter, unknown, untouched like a stranger
A stranger to the world and all that was known
All that was known was duplicated thereafter
Thereafter, duplicated by all those she encountered
Encountered by all those who had been duplicated
Duplicated in a world full of knowledge
Knowledge, that had been corrupted
Corrupted by those who had pretended in fear
Fear planted by the world and, mother and father
Father was so-and-so
So now, let’s be so-and-so
And so, on-and-on; the chain continues
Continues until another mother gives birth to a daughter
A daughter, gives birth to another daughter
Another daughter gives birth to another
Another, unknown, once a stranger
To my mother.
vea vents Mar 2016
My past is like a stain that paints each new place, and face.

A mind which seeks release and an essence that continues to cease.

'Tis a burden resting within my body, disallowing any newfound story.

"Dusty dialogues, foggy monologues."

Sentences strewn about and borrowed, without much doubt.

Quotations so seemingly true, I resort to attaching myself to more than a few.

Spirals in which I continue; imprisoned words I need to see through.

— The End —