Superficial Aesthetics

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Car, watch, diamond ring


Tingle in my spine, I feed on awe. Tangled in a the web of my presentation

Convincing illusion, insatiable with constant frustration

I’m fixed on the projection of me.

Life with no place, moment, presence or sensation.

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