You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.
The honor kill
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.
The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.
Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.
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Author:
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