The bridge of my identities
the space where I defy
where my oh my deity lies
There be many more of us round this time
it’s lunacy
it’s benign
they prefer to speak all at once
romanticizing a dime store novel
we thicken as heavy falls to follow
Maybe we’ll try again tomorrow..
∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
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