Thread
Theory trailing along after me.
In
the car, in the street, in the shops, and at home
I
weave, unweave, and effort to stand alone.
The
continuous bridge that connects me to my kin
is
ever filled with my metabolistic strain.
In,
transform, and out
there
goes my experiences
dna
remembrances
can't
cut the cord of it
it's
my rein of reign.
Thankful for my attachment my parents.
Thankful for my attachment my parents.
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