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Other existence

I'm sitting alone on the path of insanity In the expression of exultant conscience by echoing pen I love a lot in the estuary stage of the subconscious But by consciousness this divine heart feels hurts I pour the water of confidence in dead hope In search of the roots of the rising sun I'm here today, I won't be here tomorrow Finding ways to reincarnate at dialectical times Every end has a beginning at the mouth of the resurrection But that’s not me, another being in a different consciousness 19.10.2020 Chattogram

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