Jan 11, 2020
1 min read
Consciousness
It is a rather fine tale, of those who run from their hearts,
engines fueled by the beating of what lies within,
what lies we tell ourselves; consecration of identity.
Stars lay among us, unrestricted by the bourgeoisie,
we lay among ourselves, drinking the fine wine.
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