violet scent called you over the ocean was it me or another in me was it you or the left over of your essence? something grounding yet still the voice the vibration the lament i was awake suddenly awake to thirty years of absence in my life was this my life or the life of […]

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pro noia

slick as slow, sleep as leap what if emptiness is the divine will? what if tomorrow is an imitation or a reproduction? what if today is just yesterday or neverday expanded to infinity then where do you start and where are you ending? too old to follow a monastic order too young to understand destiny […]

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