every detective tells me differently the same
every respective elder tells me the same differently
who should i believe but Him who is Mistake Free
investigating the prints of my life with an earthling opinionated but oblivious
reestimating the dints of each period unfinished and so brief and unrecognizable
not realizing the propaganda that printed is actually so dreadfully fragmented
another lifetime ago i asked a reader in whose arms shall i die in
now more deeply in growth i choose life because life tastes like a properly made cookie shake
the Magnifying Glass embraces the Hourglass and perfectly matches my Ebb and Flow for Clearer Vision
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