ring pass not
somewhere in between a paraumbilical dream a thought of mal contempt, out past the ring pass not I'm a cosmonaut floating through this space of spatial memory, a familiar phase or face with extreme overtones of who I am is not who I should be forever foe to myself it's enough to leave it all on a shelf , I a stranger alone in a world I did not create.
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