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#vestigium
There is wonder in this world; there is absolute pain, to walk without feet beneath us unheard. To float through winds and treacherous rain, individual identity in a broken frame. Who claims to astral project each word in a frequency sacred geometry game? Then deny, defend egotistical blame, want not for this life in death we gain. Then imprint with each breath our genetic strain.
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
Vestigium