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I have great fancy
that my butterfly soul metamorphosed
emotionally like hoping evil good to angel
retire pushed me into the fallacy pool
but man is a great thinker
of his romance
he can be a great saint too
and miracles give great human the cue
but me.
I have great longings
that there will be no more reversed truth
make no ambiguity
like i believe there's an after life
but my shaky soul is awarded
nothingness.
The world might being focus
to how come, beauty as utility can be a gold ticket
for progressive paths.
Like thinking of pseudoart
only angels who get it
blind alley unlimited.
-kins-
from kins diary history
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