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Invisible plot
And what remains when time unravels
when chance enters without warning?
An invisible plot, a loose thread
and fate, which cannot be explained
appears with its indistinct face
It was me, and yet it wasn’t
I no longer know where mine begins
In the eyes I encounter
a broken reflection
a longing that has no words
Life folds, twists
loses itself in its own turns
And I, lost, am turned a...
Monday 17th February 2025 4:36 am

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