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Mirror World

Frequency Illusion
Mirror World

everything is misty and full of nothingness
my brain felt like a waterslide
where all my thoughts slipped away
my head couldn't hold anything anymore

flower fields on a southern French vineyard
dreaming about the soft hill regions
warm feelings for all new thoughts
the soup is bubbling on a hotplate

my heart rate has increased to level one
undisturbed by all earthly quakes
white and red blood cells work forward
a female hand feels the shells

the new stories emerge out of nowhere
clinging to physical inertia
without any limits of intimate love
transcend the collective reflections