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