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Reflective

 

All these clones, these human drones,
Who destroy with their creations.
I am left alone, to bemoan,
The loss of the legendary situations.


The death has come to take them all away
And time floats away with the fairies.
Wishes wished upon shooting stars,
Never got me far enough to land in Brooklyn,
But I am still cooking up new recipes.


Adding ingredients;
Still always listening and looking,
And in my own way I find myself in the words of someone else.
I live inside ’The Book of Nothing’.


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