Holograms and Hemoglobin
no mistake this isnt just a reason
logic and thoughts linked by measure
these planes that pull me hold true
only by way I made in being
love is built by pieces of me
and I want you to have them
something so simple held to beyond
the very means, in awe, I reflect
holes to the milky way
my synapses fire like stars
the spaces between not as influential
as the moment I hold now
When I realize in the details, everyday
I am not alone, was this sword double edged?
I am still a baby, I am still young
I am growing, and I have always been an old man
Take this and know me
Know you
my projection keeps on streaming
my reception not solely ego
May I own a satellite
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