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M Genth

It comes with music

A reminder of Nokia
My brother in times of distress

 
 
Beyond some pain and distress
 
Lies a world of unending sorrow
 
So profound,
 
So inlaid, it comes with music.
 
 
 
One never gets accustomed
 
Instead it becomes your ordinarity,
 
Your own, embedded, singularity.
 
 
 
No matter the size, independent of shape
 
And not to be confounded with any kind of fate,
 
Never seen in a venetian mirror,
 
Never found in psychotherapy profile,
 
Only dark, sad, many times vile.
 
 
 
A twisted multitude of wicked dimensions.
 
A conjured palimpsest of frustrated ascensions.
 
Evil fallen into the inner child, unprotected and ludicrous.

#adulttheme #beyourself #fantastic #inconformism #Occam razor's

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