10 sierpnia 2020
Unpretending
In search of lost
memory, there was no regret
of losing any achievement.
A Buddha was ready
to walk away.
Zebra stripes become
evident at sunset.
Was there an eye in the eye,
the smell in the smell,
of an infant sea?
There will be no
ache retrieval. I am dancing
around the fire, reversing
a sin. The ugly and weird
life has become hypocrtical.
A smoke shapes your preference.
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