Warm smelly ashes flying from the rotten meat
stuck in my thoughts, which are fostered
by my destructive desires.
-What would happen if everything you believe in would not exist?-
even the ground beneath my soul disappears,
and so does life as I know it;
meeting myself beyond any fears.
Our own essence.
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