Truth Undistorted |
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Chapter 1 |
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| Inspiration: glass highrises Twisting halls of mirrors Glass rising high in the sky Reflections cast in thousands, Of people, sky and clouds. Escape is futile from oneself No where you can turn Without catching a single glimpse Of your worldly face. A madness sets in And as the bird flies into the glass, So might you seek to shatter it, Scatter your reflection in a thousand little shards. |
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