Tuesday, April 13, 2021

I Come Today To My Notes


Let’s write something 

& let’s stop keeping  legacies 

Degrade  our selves 

Breed halt

& critique secrecy


Think more 

So you know more, how worthless are the events turmoiling us 

How nothing is the conscious 

Conscious is a dream 

Events are patterned to our neck 


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