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M9 v2

Arti.fictional iD

" identify "

it's a part that tickles
on the inside

" nine "
materials merging
to form one mind

a dangerous game
well worth the ride

a serpent
bares her eyes...

chaotic straightaway

wings without a butterfly

and the matter... is choice

dark formations
in a singular voice

sights to be seen
and the vanishing
happens
where last you've been

" realities "
revolve to solve
" a paradox "

an elusive equation
leads manifestation
and a possible collision
in degrees of separation


" I am the madness "
and the conclusion

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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