Oh my stars,
What’s happening here?
This lurking suspicion, of something to fear.
Under cover of creation,
A patterned page is marred.
The origami unfolds,
Leaving creases in connection –
To a creature of creativity.
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
Oh my stars,
What’s happening here?
This lurking suspicion, of something to fear.
Under cover of creation,
A patterned page is marred.
The origami unfolds,
Leaving creases in connection –
To a creature of creativity.
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