poetry

A piece of my mind
Deceivingly inclined
To receive the sublime
Encapsulated in the tree of decline
Situated high above all ideals
Forget the see and the feels
Its about living the moment so potently
Without paranoia of normalcy that makes us tread so cautiously
Driven in the face of excursions

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MEMOIRS OF A LAST BORN

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