The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Whispers of darkness,
moments in time,
a deceiver in the mists of oneself,
my reflection now unknown,
who am I if I am not me,
or was I always someone else,
words make no sense without self,
but what is self?
how can I be without being?
a promise left,
a moment given to mirror,
see the tomorrow written in today,
without the yesterday of who and why…
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I am the First Eve.
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