Category : Poems

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of course i acknowledge the twirling constellations beyond the different parallaxes and parallels of my own mind 
they struggle tear n tussle at each other fighting for a firm foundation of the balance of gravity 
  
it hurts not surprisingly 
 
still on i stroll 
if the dimensions continuously float , mutate and divide 
why shouldnt i? 
it was a lie to tell me i was always meant to be grounded
i suppose thats why i never was and thats exactly why i refuse to ever stay being pounded