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Conspirational Universe

One dot connects to the next,

With links extremely strong,

Seems like a fool proof plan,

A message for me; but what?

The signs accumulating,

Like unread letters,

Songs on repeat,

Of bands unknown until now,

Footsteps growing louder,

Of the signs of the universe.

It’ll hit me hard one day,

The decryption of the message,

Right in front of me,

Yet a miss.


words for the day

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