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Wisdom of the Universe

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What they said

We’re here today as an experiment. A school to sharpen the soul. I was told things that I didn’t understand then. They said ‘you are the butterfly’ and they kept telling me that I have a purpose here and I need to keep going. When I say ‘said’, it wasn’t verbal. It was telepathic communication.…
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The Reoccurring

The places I have gone and not moved a foot. Awake, constantly distracted by the slavery I have been put in. Not love. Love is not slavery if you know how to do it right. The slavery comes in the hustle just to pretend you are living. I used to think that the escape came…
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5 Corona Antivirus Videos To Consider

I debated my alter ego, whether or not to tackle the subject of the virus. Without getting too cute, there is that Chinese curse, ‘may you live in interesting times,’ that lingers in the sub-conscience. It bothers me that people are divided when the world needs unity the most. And what is the real virus?…
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Museum Woman

I am a woman, who should be in a museum, A relic for you to look at. I should be packaged in plastic, So when the world ends, and the fire consumes, The smell of one thousand years of petrol, Will escape back to the firmament. Encapsulate and preserve me, Make sure the acumen is…
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Functioning

I repeat the decisions made by my ancestors, I walk with no confidence, Hiding behind Ray Ban, Smoking too much and drinking from Croesus’ coffer. I build enemies because I know too much, And give no proof of their asininity, The crowd was never my friend, But loneliness does not offend me. I like words…
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Paris is Burning

Notre Dame is burning. The flames reach the sky to become stars. The stars become black holes in the hearts of Parisians. The city that cradles lovers, and the poets dangling cigarettes on their lips sticky with the syrup of some decadent pastry, have, again, something to write about. They’re all crying. The babies in…
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