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Cloraphoba Jan 2018
I am the Epitome of Chaos
Unpredictable
Indistinguishable
Incomprehensible
The swirling stew of matter and energy in a bowl of
Everchanging
Everbeing
Evernothing
Always there but not close enough
We can predict all, but the unorder, that which is
Chaos

— The End —