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I’m from the roots of willow trees and apple blossoms
I am incense smoke.
My blood streams epiphanies.
I am laced in tear stains and crushed stars
that has been weaved into diffracted light.
I am from vivid memories and dopamine,
Life and Death becomes me.
Open minds and eyes in unconscious bodies.
Ambiguity and Clarity.
I am too much and brevity- a humanly contradiction.
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