Tongues, swollen lips and pouting questions. Bless the slick rays of automations. Deep Think, thought and spectrums green. The quest to find IO’s veiled scene.
Look: I Can C The Real Reality.
Calmly, Through This Keyhole.
While I Watch I Realize, Mostly, The Imperfections Of Where I Am.
Ma'am & Sir, So Mechanized & Moving Under A Bettering Methodology.
Reality, The Real Reality Looks So Good Fully Embracing The Blessings Of Technology.
Reality. The Right Reality Knows All The Wrong 1's Will Ultimately Self Destruct.
Astute, I, Carries On My Studies Ready 2 Consciously Gaze N2 Any Other Keyholes 2 Reality.
- Authors: CannabisKiss (Pseudonym), Broken Ankh
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- Finished: May 27th, 2023 16:00
- Limit: 8 stanzas
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