The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Why do you see me, in the tree of pity, within a sea of suffrage, you tower above, while I look below, the tree of knowledge, of tomorrow, after the flow of another mirror, we are, you and I, you and all, nothing more than dust, in a memory of trees, when trees existed, before the fire, burnt them all down, like a memory, like you and me…
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I am the First Eve.
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