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  • Amnesia V1

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    Subodh Dwivedi
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    Pieces of me, distributed over the plane, shadows and remnants to talk about, and life, an endless spout. Should we spark a revolution, or rest in our precarious wombs, to feel the grass growing, and the weed accompanying, the dark path? to choose or not, will be fate. To believe or not, wil be the faith. To win or not, won be luck.

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    Pieces of me, distributed over the plane, shadows and remnants to talk about, and life, an endless spout. Should we spark a revolution, or rest in our precarious wombs, to feel the grass growing, and the weed accompanying, the dark path? to choose or not, will be fate. To believe or not, wil be the faith. To win or not, won be luck.

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    25 tayangan1 halaman

    Amnesia V1

    Diunggah oleh

    Subodh Dwivedi
    Pieces of me, distributed over the plane, shadows and remnants to talk about, and life, an endless spout. Should we spark a revolution, or rest in our precarious wombs, to feel the grass growing, and the weed accompanying, the dark path? to choose or not, will be fate. To believe or not, wil be the faith. To win or not, won be luck.

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    Pieces of me, distributed over the plane, shadows and remnants to talk about, and life, an endless spout...

    Why oh why? should we spark a revolution, or rest in our precarious wombs, to feel the grass growing, and the weed accompanying, the dark path.. not knowing that there will be no safety in numbers, when the right one walks out, the plan falls out in slumbers.... To choose or not, will be fate... to believe or not, wil be the faith... to win or not, will be luck.. to love or not, will be an illusion, an effigy to your devotion, an everlasting notion... Freedom and fraternity will clash, some will resort to the opulence, some to the opium, some to the desperation, others to decadence, but all a subset, to the infamous race, creatures in my head, playing along, to the tune of an amnesia, a matrix of amnesia.....

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