bar scribbles

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6.01.2017 г., 19:54 ч.

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patterns in patterns
emotional chatters
none of it matters
as the mind scatters

instinctive desires
of unwitting liars

the genuine's end
none left to mend

you can hear
many a word dear
but what do they mean?

nothing, it would seem

like a waking dream
illusion all it seems

a beautiful mirage
or a ghastly visage

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